Didn’t win on my roll up the rim to win from timmies today…then I dropped my cinnamon-raison bagel on the sidewalk…WTF?!!! :(
Kisses on a Sunday morn,
Long and firm,
Robust w/ lust.
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Take advantage of your love,
Or whatever bliss it is,
Some might not have their solace.
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Alone I write,
Hopeful and dreaming,
I have no love of my own,
As I wrote,
I am completely alone.
Under the care of a nurse,
Dragged into the back of a hearse,
Will it ever cease?
Or will it only get worse?
This needs to stop, please!
My life’s a curse.
I don’t want to exist everyday,
What I do want, is to live everyday….
Can you give me sanctuary?
I must find a place to hide,
A place for me to hide.
Can you find me soft asylum?
I can’t make it, anymore.
The man is at the door…
“The Soft Parade” - The Doors
