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Why is this loneliness I feel?
Is this, in turn, my daily meal?
I've had nothing but strife from this fate.
Because, as it turns out, I, myself, clearly has no room for a mate.
A mate such as yee, can't find prosper in a man, a man, such as a man similar to me.
Time, upon time, falling on myself, and this grime, pulling upon these senses of mine, making it an impossibility to pull myself from thee and thy enticing smile.
I ache, at the mind of your face.
Please take your earthly pleasures, and correct them and add some feathers, so we may sore together, high, far, far above the blue, limitless sky.
Please, let this end not be fervently so.
For, I, and every vessel and its entirety of inhabitants do call forth, crave, forth fort for you to be as mine, as my beau.
Eliot Humphreys.
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Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.
Please, join on this trail of madness.
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Why is this loneliness I feel?
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