Filthy Magazine
skipping scenes or skipping lines
well babe im yours but only till the end of time
its not to short but not to long
cant stand to sit an watch people play golf
i couldn't see the difference
you couldn't say i was blind
i learned a lot with these two fellows
not people my silent eyes that observe the story
the one you told
complained about the lonely an the cold
well when were you there?
what pain have you seen?
thats what i thought
you were just by the window but only to get a peep
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