did i fucking ask?

oh - i meant to.

how are your nemesis qualities so chiffony? i'm just the tap of the bloodbath. this whimage lost resolve.

 

vinaigretting the hedgerows.

licking your papers.

turned loose on a dime,

you absolute unit.

it feels like lies over there.

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cherubim straddled trestles.

you boost the bust monument high,

but there is no face.

 

i must cross the ford. 

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moonlight shone off of your superb bush,

and beaconed me rightwise

over the middle lands necropolis.