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Crying Over Spilt Milk

Amongst the finest silk. Beginning to spill is the milk. Caressing the very fabric. Disgracing the very cosmic. Enjoying the destruction. Fraying the very eruption. Grave driven is the rage. Harboring the scent of sage. Indignant excuse. Jester the abuse. Killing the very soul. Losing all of your control. Milk runs and brands. Open container saves the other strands. Purpose unknown. Questing the very moan. Rendering the very cloth. Sending the sloth. Tending to the mess. Usually they like to make it less. Venders selling gothic souvenirs. Wading to the very fears. Xerox everything in sight Yours to destroy and fight Zeroing in on the very game of playing the average.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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