the dress she took back with the stain

by rbmo401   Jun 3, 2017

So how often do lies foam like diarrhea from that hole in ur face infesting lives with gonorrhea of the tongue till a rancid taste

And if truth was ever ample id have you provide the sample knowingly honesty has never flown with thee and death with start to trample free

Causing nauseous thoughts have cost us nights in lust but time eludes the few and check mated your final clue.


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