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Synthetic Sack of Sorrows

Why must you boudoir bring me an empty bag full of fake? Pinocchio emotions: wooden soul mannequin real Your impulses beat a synthetic heart mood — artificial aorta stimulation ~ false erotic excitation Making it so hard to pump up contrived passion, when I’m getting so many tissue soft, milquetoast excuses as to why you’re always missing in merge action I don’t believe your tears of contrition are real ... see, here’s the deal — Me tasting no substitute was the attraction thrill Once you got the plastic access, enabling for an instant gratty hi-rise, material elevation A funky vibe got dropped on the Cloud 9 date vine, and the alternate current rain paraded imposter elation Counterfeit love declaration bell bottom dings started ear chiming with the sultry pleasuring Bottom line sensations, gong bosom calculating You’re accrued credit to the lass canine race, cardio dressed in Marie Antoinette violet lace Guillotine guilt was disembodied false grace, repentant wet blush stroked an invisible trace Ugly thoughts painted on a pretty angelic face ... clipped wings: be a forged halo prize for haste So sorry that a makeup do-over couldn’t take place I found out you had a synthetic stack of sorrows stashed for a rental getaway rainy day Victoria building up the secret portfolio courage, befo’ you go centipede creeping astray Your skyscraper acquisition desires wasn’t nothing but a disengaged, EKG rocket boost A surgical science project of a failed bypass carjack Blunt scalpel carotid cut the angle criminally obtuse But you got caught in the act ... Trying to steal someone else’s family jewels just ain’t chastity cool So sugar, you can keep your recycled sack of sorrows, it’s alright, baby ... do believe me Please accept my handwritten, parting dear Joan message lip inked urgently But, it was tardy delivered with the utmost synthetic sincerity

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 10/19/2018 3:14:00 AM
You snatched me up and ran with me as soon as I read the first line. Wow!
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Date: 10/19/2018 12:14:00 AM
Above all scorn and beyond all pains, of yesterday, today and tomorrow, we shall Return To Forever.
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