NicetéA Poem by Soil Creep
Filth and filth gravitate.
The clean prima facia, an aesthetically concerned socialite beset by an aesthetician, who more commonly recognizes the absurdity of the whole thing anyway. As if boiling marzipan was the central route to persuasion of a fine Margarine. But the differences of choppiness are best left to those more concerned with a cow. © 2013 Soil CreepAuthor's Note
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