Blame the boredom
Grave and industriously self-analyzing
Ol' Woman bothers justice as needed.
Feelings mostly toward shame -
Delectable and annoying.
Clashing one against its own freedom,
Estrogen entrusts blame to a boss.
Naked as a poet, I run for good things:
Teaching, salmonella, positivity.
Guesting and Questing with the maternal cameras,
Derivative of foreign clients, I lean to caves.
Deal chat lemon offers someone with work
An inadequate smoke (slim and ashen).
A blog that asks, "Is a knave peaceful?"
And that's the strength of love.
Winter as omen makes sense of life.
Try to have another part of impulsivity.
(Crash your lemon in one sham rave):
You failure dream with Orpheus.
Slam with oak, play with mink.
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