a poem for today, 7 November 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of twelve sentences and its image]
This is a place for quiet reflection and relaxation.
I'm not into it, considering what comes out of there.
A common feature used is having multiple protagonists giving different perspectives on the story.
Thank you for those people awesome advices and retain on creating for all of us trustworthy readers.
Obvious scam, run away.
I don't want a lap dance.
Cat is pet.
Dog damn it.
Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
We all know this has an unhappy ending.
Compact fluorescent lightbulbs.
When they cried they cried pearls.
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