What a skeletal wreck of man this is Translucent flesh and feeble bones The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundromat… Continue reading What a skeletal wreck of man
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Evie By, AnGeLiQuE
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! This story contains things that happens that goes way beyond the storys here. It is very, very erotica and may contain things that some people might find full of sickness.
He walks to the banks to look at the river below
A little peom, do not take it seriously
This poem is in remembrance of this guy I met, cannot remember his name. There now, that is an insult. By far less repetitive and I even have a rift to go with it. I think I have seen mister twister around. Maybe he would like to see what I have done with it.