Babble into this tendred time of mine, disgruntled locks of pre-ordained mis-comings.
Not looking or touching, only feeling with the soul. As the chimes of rhymes begin to toll.
Do you hear my blunders? My shallow rev-rolls? Or do you turn a snide lark like that of a khol’s.
Let your deadly courageous wages journey you to the infinite revels of the celestial devils.
Post sporn, as your tender spirit spokes with the timidness of a bar-lapping syringe.
Only me... destine rocked to fill that void, can make you whole again...
xXxScreamingMimexXx Community Member 
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