WOMEN! ILY don't tell Any Body though, what hurtz BAD should not be mentioned.


 Earth art Thou
Womb in Everything
to Thee I sing
manfully fitfully @ Distance;

Say=> hefalsie hath none
only TartNuns make One
the BrokenGlass; hefake of none but then-trespass
in a-dying away way sees the Way
on Path he.lost by TempestTossed badborn hexed sextily

as HereI'm perp of the crime BirthSin felonious
unharmonious chants
to end any chance.

O Romance of MartyrsJailed
enslaved so of chestyGSW suckingblood failed.

ILY don't tell Any Body though,
what hurtz BAD should not be mentioned.

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