FloatsA Poem by Neas NihilFlat buoyancy
I am tired of his s**t.
I told Landiskin of advances in cores of experienced bearings I told Hann with derision that stolen tumplitractions would not be tolerated his fetid cravings of hot and blasted his bankslipped understatements in my plants yet and a long yet at that Court's of Knee stills in that grained floof Stuff his floozy and banish I have had enough of his f**k f**k f*****g hereafterwardsof press his graticule tendencies © 2011 Neas NihilAuthor's Note
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Added on June 25, 2011 Last Updated on June 25, 2011 AuthorNeas NihilMaryville, MOAboutHe didn't seem to care. There was a listlessness in him toward things that people wanted and needed. He lived in a strange silent house and looked out of it through calm eyes. He was a stranger to all.. more..Writing
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