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i love sonnets i taste her with more than my lips her soul is justified and thoughtfull i want it touch you and require a kiss with a blow ask me what i want, i'll let ya know cling to the girl, like death to a rose forgetfull and beautifil, daisy's alone cut the throat, make it quick, do it with persistence make me feel, make me screem, the squints are not resistence my love is still, her eyes turned down don't frett, my touch is not for perocupied women so smile bright, to match my armor tell me the truth, then why would you bother i prick, i sting, i try to make beleive but i'll bend, i'll breack. just ask me
"Wht cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."
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