writing in its most primitive form
A gust of wind, a fist of fire,a chest of heart, a heart of ire.Crushed under salty ulcers of a fierce desire.A fierce desire.You may thank me for the plagiarism. It's the best form of flattery.
yap yap yap....(ace ventura lafing)
By the way, it does not mean anything.
wat doesnt?if its my laf ur takin abt..then ur rite :)
Na, I meant the poem. It's more of a rhyme. Just sounded good, the words seemed well-strung, so there it was.
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A gust of wind, a fist of fire,
a chest of heart, a heart of ire.
Crushed under salty ulcers of
a fierce desire.
A fierce desire.
You may thank me for the plagiarism. It's the best form of flattery.
yap yap yap....(ace ventura lafing)
By the way, it does not mean anything.
wat doesnt?
if its my laf ur takin abt..then ur rite :)
Na, I meant the poem. It's more of a rhyme. Just sounded good, the words seemed well-strung, so there it was.
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