Illicit DeliciousA Poem by FergusIllicit Delicious
Oh, it's the deliciousness that is co-morbid with illicitness that haunts me
At least until the sun has risen. A pretentiousness that is some sort of relentlessness predicated on a predicted notion of the emotion of beings that are in motion to the ocean or at least that of their insoluble deposition. At least that's the spirit that moved a complete twat over the ocean. © 2019 FergusAuthor's Note
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