How sad to be a boy
Boy boy destroy
To see the ant without hearing its hum
Boy boy destroy
To see the tree without feeling its love
Boy boy destroy
To hold me each night without knowing my worth
Boy boy destroy
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I found a book today that would delight you beyond words, you would never stop reading it for the rest of your life... rare, only a handful of copies out there for sale. you would love this book endlessly. I am keeping this too, for myself. You have not earned it. You are so rotten you make me resemble an Archangel in comparison. this book is Eternal... I am stunned it is so little known...
3 comments:
I found a book today that would delight you beyond words, you would never stop reading it for the rest of your life... rare, only a handful of copies out there for sale. you would love this book endlessly. I am keeping this too, for myself. You have not earned it. You are so rotten you make me resemble an Archangel in comparison. this book is Eternal... I am stunned it is so little known...
You failed me. I am lost to Evil now.
the Blood will be on your hands as well...
an actual poet would have used 'warmth' and not 'worth', but your skills are like a small child, trite silly and aimless
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