Blasphemy to say we have the same head.
This is for every man and woman
I've ever loved: will be flushed
in short order.
It's never held me to my word.
I always made you eat yours.
Drained of every calorie.
Nutritious or otherwise betrothed.
Clean sheets should not belong.
Look, I'll play a word game too,
if only to amuse you, called truce to
abuse your sense of benefits. And doubt.
If I seem unhealthy I am.
Biohazard fornication:
I think I've seen the URL somewhere.
Seems to be the only way I know.
Not an insult, a mission statement.
Time's up. Down the hatch.
In Europe the hole is differently placed.
-ambi ass amore
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