The Sunset
The crystal-cool-water,
and lofty strong waves,
people sitting on seashore benches,
waiting the sunset,
to send their unfortunate day.
Sex
Yelling tragic fortune
abused and trodden its purity,
imprisoned and killed it’s virtuous,
now is the time for vengeance,
sex cursed to puke the evil-damn users.
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