Your decisions
Toward me Your actions
Sends reactions in billions
A thoughts auction proven.
Am tempted to jump of a cannon
Maybe get a frenchan, Welshman, wireman or sportsman
Just clear the destruction in my colon
The popping of my buttons
My words to you like cartoon actions
You have chosen
My ears to deefen
My feelings to deaden.
Steal my diction
And my day darken
Guilt driven, phobia engine
Dislike drunken
Feels like a frozen someone
My homo, a virgin
Written I don’t do women
Rude, but it is as it is written.
I love you but the confusion
Nutzing
Only your decision
Not mine-ay
Don’t change i
I love me men many!
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