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>>7748747
so is poetry
>>7748754
yo wot m8
yo fkin sh8
go fk a cr8
shitb8
>>7748762
>yo
>not u
1/10
You land so sick on me-- sickly?
it's not you, not your character, you're sick,
you make me think--
i hope--
"I can take care of her,"
in slow dark moments of bravado in the night.
Ill, that's the word for her, i mean you, love,
I'd do anything you'd ask,
love
but would it hurt to ask you to be tough?
to toughen up?
Just a bit, that's all I'd ask,
love.
For once.
"For the fourth grave digger of my family line who walks the plot with the spindle and twine, i ask that you keep the shovel sharp for the time to
dispatch the head from the spine so the brain may sleep."