68. dry and hi
Forget the nectar
Tis dangerous Hector
We feast on the salt
Of gestalt and lest twat
Old regrets shallow breath
Drowining tryna find clear
Waters
The river is a vein
Run dry
Writing is rewiring
Seeing is unbelieving
There is no hole
Through your finger
Thy legs are weak as tinker's
Not too tiny
Not so shiny
A thousand roosters
Have feasted there
And laid there cum
On your breasts
As you try to cry
And cleanse your face
Honey
No no no
I can't take u
Any more
This man has some pride
I cannot love
Someone who disrespects
Her body
Mind and flesh
What offspring we will produce
Unworthy of god's grace
From bitches to bastards
There is no honor
In that place
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