Fleshly janglers, open praisers and blamers of themselves or of any other, tellers of trifles, ronners and tattlers of tales, and all manner of pinchers, cared I never that they saw this blog.
I is spent
but all we’ve got
get used to means
get used by
fornicating on a dirty
eiderdown,
a little death
in your voice
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