Something dictated to me in a drunken stupor
The Plaque
The dwindling light sets aflame my longing for you
love is meant to be free
though we cant bronze our hearts and plaque them
with names engraved
I can only know for sure if your free will proclaims itself to me
as for know, devasted I am , but I cant dare share that with you
I cant show my sorrow and heart wrenching wearinesslike my life may shut me out of my own skin any second
By,
Lady C
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"Rash Guards" and "Kissing Tips"... strange combo.
I suggest you engage the word verification technology, my son.
Who is this mysterious Lady C?
Dear Donny,
The time has come to unleash the unbridled unvailing of The Path to Glory. See "William H. Macy" for further details.
The Mystery Butter-er
(what's up son? this is cyrusfx, the ghost in the machine)
The paths of glory leave but to the grave.
The previous post was sploitz.
"The paths of glory lead but to the grave."
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