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the farmer stood above the grave
the flowers grew and then he shaved
how does this relate to me
a servant to a midnight knave
irreverent and beside i have
a satchel full of bullets
irrelevant yet irreverent…

» Posted By meggaedon On 07.24.2013 @ 2:31 am


He held the balloon firmly in his grasp as her brought it to his lover’s long and fair hair. His lips lowered to her hand as he brushed it against her head, with a large smile brimming from cheek to cheek.

» Posted By meggaedon On 06.28.2013 @ 7:39 pm


the smell of you, hell, I beg you to let me in your fragrance, it’s the feeling that I get that makes me want to dance in trance – and your frantic romance! My dogma is pagoda, as is the concierge, for dither be no dirge.

» Posted By meggaedon On 02.09.2011 @ 8:00 am

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