PreposterousA Poem by L'Enfant Terrible
What type of confession is that? If there's a connection to the outer whatsoever?
I grew uncertainty in the branches of my mind. "Ho così paura del futuro che non posso cavarmela, vorrei, vorrei, stare nelle braccia di un/a bell@ qualsiasi ma nel modo sincero sebbene non eterno nemmeno onesto." Isn't it irritating? Most certainly quietness grows tired. I always wanted to nail Eros and I wish to be him, just the thought of wrapping your legs around me, I've got a boner. Dirty,obscene,sweet,considerate,polite and beautiful what is this that I can't understand. Under the nuclear sky, postmodern kid looks for love.
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