Any Youngling
I will passion fierce as any youngling
Comparable to a windy whistle
My admirer butchered in camville
You unknowingly mourn over the ground
I will ask to steal from their mammaries
Unify all my strong feeling in one
Copyright © Hugh Rowsky | Year Posted 2020
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