No, but two wrongs makes a hypocrite
You’re awfully nobel
Somewhat lame
Your are wrong like beastiality
But much less sick
A taboo term for you, you
Fear the association
The next morning of our relationship—
No makeup and foul breath
Turn away in disgust or to spare the other?
The point of no return
Hide from the things you fear
I take cover from you
May 7, 2002
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