Replacement note from D

Spare me for these words as they came from the harshness within my heart,
For once it is written, you may prove it’s only worth- only in your behalf

But dear sir, dear madam... since they won’t set me free... dull as I am, you may had no time-



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It was a pleasant evening for you to have a visit... Come! And have a seat for awhile.

Have no worry for D..., for she might had the tares*

Right in thrice clocking noon
Hysteria has met her in her room
And freedom speech were likely heard like a Satyr’s weep
Ah, you should see the crows as they digest her like a sheep

Such a contagious view...

...No man’s dream can share like what it seems.

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Here, make yourself a cup of tea... Or shall I help you with a tongue?
It’s a plain taste of juicy incest and massive spoon of regret
So bitter is the pain as it murdered us in time
And had you haunting like a mad dog.. that thirst you till you bleed.

Do you not think the pink spineless swine tasted better with wine?
And they become so precious- as the nutrition we seek becomes the famine of our skin?
And even so we had dined… we clung to our croquettes in a chilly clime?

Olala... Now my headache is killing me...
Such a torment in spirited ideas! Dear--GOD!!
Why gone, Persistency? Why granted a genius?!
And mock at our fidelity when desperation beats them dead-?!

Such a horrific time recently… if you even care
...Or would you prefer to taste a sip and have a peek at our breast?
Coz from my exceeding wit I can still see it a blast!

But alas.. Alas!. The life of our drama is at stake…!

Imagine the frail franticly fools when they scorn us in our bed
And praised themselves, lavishly! Said they have anchored best!
By saucy shells and cheap “lips-stick”! Had they thought us fed??

Oho!

Horny be your worst lottery my good, lame friend,
Perhaps a helpful hand shall fit well in your pants?
And bite you vividly in the parts where you might have missed-
No shame for the damned surely while you hiss’d

But there's a laundry just six feet ahead
Near the street where our fair D..., had left
Where 'young kind' comes now with Eerie mimic
Reapers be their cloak for freedom flag

You might see the please
Of the well-stocking leeches
All confiscated in them.

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Lastly friend I have not a thing, a piece, nor more favor than to ask,
What is more refreshing than the simpleness of living?
And try to save your days slowly by aging will
And a care for family…may it be then from one settled womb.

Would you have this task or would you rather sit in my chair?
And let your eyes be weary as mine?
No, do not pathetically be ...weary as mine

"Paix, monsieur"
"Paix, mademoiselle"

And let truce be in both skin.



Adieu ~
Good day.





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Merry to the wives, the children, and the saints
For they spirit be shed, and foughted blood runs free

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Love be still,
-Deeds-

*tares; taken from Matthew 13:36-43. V38; “The field is the world; the good seed are the children of the kingdom; but the tares are the children of the wicked one”. The tares represent classes that are the fruit or embodiment of error, of false principles. "The enemy that sowed them is the devil." Neither God nor His angels ever sowed a seed that would produce a tare. Satan, the enemy of God and man, always sows tares.