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Cheers,
to all my fellow one-trick ponies
as we spend our time scrabbling to the plateaus of rhinestone history
written by dreamers named liars
looking for the easy life.
until you all asked to marry me.
idle, better known as bridal
t'ain't the coupled life for me
as couples are and I'm to be: water and oil
sooner, I'd be drawn, ductile, into misery
thrashing for enlightenment,
gaspi...
Thursday 11th June 2015 3:55 am
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