15:26 11-11-2019

November 17, 2019

The fecundity of hate always seems to eclipse the vigor (virile?) of love

Oh, dove

Maybe I’m just getting cynical but such are the times

Ought to keep accurate in the rhymes

Another dime to the shroud of our former lives

I should really be more careful and save for when I’ll need ‘em

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