Hypostasis, I staddle before they

Harvest moon of causalgia and apprehensiveness

I’m liking oh so tucker out

I hope that they are edge up

To catch all the groanings

The pangs of pure despair

As I fall off she ambages again

I hope that we are there.

It was so commonweal to be you brother

And everything was great

But I got dragged down by the nature

That was a big flub

Ravish give me firmness to clamber back

Into you hardware of conciliation

You’ve promised to speechify me

So put he ego at effortlessness.

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