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Kindness and Pamper.
Randomly generated unrealistic illusions and fantasies.
Splendor witty cutie.
He missed you, tell him not to;
He wanted you, tell him how to not do;
You left, he never new where to?
On your fantastic curvy waist, lays a tattoo,
He would beg for, tell him now how to?
He adores you, do you as well do,
Speechless doll; would lie to.
Cutie, remove the tattoo.
Love was nothing but a breath-taking concerto.
Now, you might dispose his photo.
Is it irrelevant when she still insists for a divorce?
Is it so when he still shy away!
I am sorry; he said it a million times..
Faced with rejection a million times..
Down to the knees..no kindness in the night.
Eyes went dry in winter raining sky.
You are bountiful,,,useless.
Your skin is my paradise full of tress…
No more, those turned leaf less..
Generating sick mighty madness..
Surprisingly legitimate..
Changing your hair color, irrelevant.
Please me; hopeless.
Night’s curtain falls endlessly,
Blurred divorce images looms announcing the start of another journey.
Alfonso thought about it since he was twelve….
Today, it is imminent.. Yes; it should be now before it is too late..
He is just not so sure where or when to start…and
With what?,….With whom?…..And why is it need:
Stupidity overwhelms!
Mate, it is a pain in the neck. Call whoever to recreate stinky souls..
When all done; devils will entertain the town again..
Chimneys fall on the backer shop..
Bar girls running across the street half naked..
Holding her son with bloody weak arms; Kate screams.
Be aware, the buss driver just went unconscious; drunk maybe.
Now, Alfonso calls again…
No answer… Why? Where it the Lord of the rings..
Where did all the peculiar guys disappear?
Alfonso, it is just another one ugly illusion of yours; Kate shouts..
Time to create it all over again; Maintain you manhood.
Disgusting as she stands critical while he brushes his teeth;
At the bathroom door step she stands on one leg screaming
Blaming and vowing for revenge
He stares at the mirror, his eyes turning scary
The black scorpion moves down the corner of the ceiling towards the door step
She is still there barefooted, with a light pink transparent cotton top
She borrowed from a friend last summer
Splashed of his toothpaste penetrates her lousy top
It has been quit a time; need to get out of the stinky bathroom
He continued brushing, blood drops in the wash basin..
She noticed the drops; got extra irritated…
Are you going to spend the night brushing? She shouted.
His heart beats escalated, his lunges became tighter.
Wished the scorpion could end this siege;
It did.
He is free now..