Diy Wood Working
my thoughts
we're hardly
to bed her
but better
to say to
create a
smile
but then not
knowing of
that singular
trap of trying
to truly yes
seduce
her
that it was she
that took me
not swindled
but whittled
my erect
branch
to a
toothpick
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