My Tolerance for Secrets stems sanguine
Cad cells from sailors semen, Seamen mark,
And splattered Fathers Folly fucks the tine,
The arrow splinters, shit it hit the Lark.
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Our twisted tumult turns our tethered friends
And sucks the sweetness tapped from toasted Oak.
The Lucious Lullaby on bedside-end
Now suits the sound a shitty shameful joke.
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Our friend the O…
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