Cheeful Little PoemI have no use for fingers That will never stroke your hair I have no use for eyes That will never stare into yours I have no use for either So I’ll just cut them out Put them in a blender And hope that they’ll smell Like you And if they don’t I will have no use For a nose And then I will listen And hope I will hear everything Except your voice So I will have no use For ears either Then I will carve them from my skull And drop them on the floor And so I’ll hear nothing But you And smell nothingCheeful Little Poem
The Masochist
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"If freedom is being alone, I fear liberation."
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The Dark Side now has yaoi involving cookies. Now would be a good time to join up.
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The soup.
The soup.
The soupthesoupthesoupthesouptheso up.
The soup was hot and split-pea and on the stove.
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