RhymeFairy
Literotica Guru
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They've taken my books. All my beautiful words
have fallen by the wayside, withstanding the chronicle
crunching and slanderous sidetalk of this two stepping
sideshow Jane.
I rise only to fall into this pit of purgatory where nothing
makes sense. Stationary movement, my only defense against
the darkside. Where daytime depression incinerates
the mind and incorporates itself into the monopolization
of mutinous mayhem that brings forth the never ending
sleepless nights.
I speak only to be ignored. My words, entertainment
for the masses, match sticks rubbed raw nothing left
but wooden words, working the sheets by beating,
belting brooms hitting their mark.
have fallen by the wayside, withstanding the chronicle
crunching and slanderous sidetalk of this two stepping
sideshow Jane.
I rise only to fall into this pit of purgatory where nothing
makes sense. Stationary movement, my only defense against
the darkside. Where daytime depression incinerates
the mind and incorporates itself into the monopolization
of mutinous mayhem that brings forth the never ending
sleepless nights.
I speak only to be ignored. My words, entertainment
for the masses, match sticks rubbed raw nothing left
but wooden words, working the sheets by beating,
belting brooms hitting their mark.