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- CAZ
- Mar 22, 2018
- 1 min read
Wishful Thinking
This word I put in writing
This song I sing out loud
This sign I stop
Nothing to do but furnish this doubt
Oozing with intrinsic worth of sloth
Optimism is lost
Sitting unconscious,
Thinking of finishing, but I won’t,
Coming to clutch this in my mind
It hurts profoundly
Could I hold up, through this sting?
Or will it throb until conclusion?
Oh, striking Miss.
How your stunning locks flow
How I wish to undo your bra
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