Disease Wasted breathAs you speakThe lies Watch as they drip from your lipsLike some frightening diseaseGripping mePulling meI'm up to my neckIn your sickening words
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...with stitches.
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A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body.
...Therefore I have none of these.
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THAT IS EPIC PASSIONATE RED POETIC SEX ON A PLATE. -~timburtonluver28
Title and 'facial' expressions of the eggs is just priceless
Well done
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