Notre, mayhem!
How sweet indeed,
Pies of all tastes, deeds.
Flavors of awaken fruits,
Eat it all,
Torn and fall,
WHOM said it isn't? Medieval...
So much for grace unspoken,
Indifferently growing vines of eternity,
Branches broken...
You think they care?
Caring pays off? No one aware!
Bring offerings to marble alters,
Surely they may grow, if you never falter.
Is it good enough? (it never is)
Turn right back, check it again,
In case you doubt it.
Remember mayhem...
She tells the truths you won't say,
How heart-breaking and dismay.
Love not today...
Bitter is only so tasteful for display.
Woman so very mellow is only in drama...
Ask her in public,
Where is her day?
Be ready for tantra... Blue mantra...
Laughing is there for dawn,
Purple veil not in Leon...
-Dja Putin
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