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Self Esteem Buoys This Rome'n LIX Spittle Beastie Boy

Whether virtual or actual paths cross, aye great thee ahoy no fear Mademoiselle or Monsieur, thy harried style haint cloy rather, when embarking on introductory acquaintance ship, aye employ swiftly tailored indistinguishable, asper this wordsmith mebbe goy or Jew, yet genealogically thine Semitic lineage, unknown descendants begat, one generation after stitched another thread, whence warp and woof, sans dat (moth eaten tattered wool worth coat of arms), twas slim and/or fat chance biologic dice throw adumbrated me Matt, a skinny, quirky, and nerdy kid, who sat alone during lunchtime at school pained, plagued, and pronounced with extreme, where introversion didst agitate chronic state of misery being alive immobilized, hogtied, and forfeited natural predilection to discover and create heterosexual relationships, viz interpersonal experiences re: raison to date initial intimate rapport (anxiety fraught) fate full situation with a gal giving her good grief great (yes, twas Maryann Sage), who understandably became irate predicated on lack of mine demonstrative affection quickly becoming an unsuitable mate though now in retrospect (hindsight always 20/20) a sudden resurgent spate finds remembrance of things passed (with her) engendering cerebral tete a tete rankling memories, hence for death aye cannot wait!

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Date: 6/18/2018 4:10:00 AM
Really nice free verse write, Matthew!
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