June 13, 2019

A LOVER'S BURDEN.PART 7

orbit,that he betwixt thee and the murky moon,then this apostasy the sun doth much steady alarm.What fie,what dejavus,cold and dry bun,thy image dunce,fermented statuettes in their neurosis,will derange you in your exiguous heels.Will thou not on thy pale,this karma bears?As enshrine hidden in the enshroud of mercilless grail,feelers on thee gazeth without compunction.What shall she forfeits?or should she forfeits him?With depredated depression,him mauled,her pretense goes dire.Both time's derelict,his intense to her wilful dinosaur.And from her twain hooks,hoodwink doth time stolen will alarm thee a domino effect"she alarms"some infecundity,some prodigals."Away to the reticence of the closet,where he hasteneth to her horse that as semantics might poke his eyes to legible plus.And to and fro they stampede,nag,snorts in this harrowing rascallion of double entendre,double dutched by her fairer sex,her unfurled doublecross.Now dosh is spent,her telepathy will oversway these emaciated dowels.And dough is amiss.

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