My father is waking up, I smell it, a new story, on the horizon, new questions, maybe it will provide an answer, to all those ghosts lingering, but I smell it, he's horny, he has his hammer out, he's ready to shape me, like a sculptor, or maybe it will be ugly, this poetry, is so sustaining, sometimes, I can’t even feel hungry, all this energy, these emotions, they fill me, to be a poet, this job, maybe it benefits me, how many lines have I crossed, maybe many, all those feelings, my father has to satisfy them, if you’re offended, he’ll probably fuck me, the heavens, are such a great beast, its honestly scary, I can only get by, with writing this, because I’m numb, and I don’t want to possess it, the energy, I just let it flow through me, just my cum, on your phone screen, I tried to make an e-book, of this wild story, but when I started to arrange it, I saw it, all this poetry, so much of it, was so gory, does it still have, a saving grace, is it worth, publishing, if I was innocent, I wouldn’t even want to read it, it's just rape, it would taint me, but its honestly written, from a place of virgin energy, but its like a grenade, it blew up everything, touched so many things, how much of it, is truth echoing, is art really, such a great beast, can an idea, really fuck me, why yes, young one, it can, I have many memories, of dancing like an idiot, because an idea was implanted into my mind, have you ever been fucked by a question, it can really happen, so I’m not even sure, if I should publish this, let it see the light of day, or maybe, the cookie is crumbling, and words hardly mean anything, maybe it will only be seen by virgins, fearless babies, who won’t see a problem with it, the legion calls, quiet down, your father watching, universal law, its blasphemy, to fuck children, that’s what I’m saying, can I pay the price of this poetry, I’m honestly scared, but maybe I’m a baller, and with the heavens on your side, you can do anything, is freedom still a thing, I don’t think it will be good, but whatever, do it anyway, I barely believe, it will make any waves, just a virgin, and his own pocket of space, who would care, to even buy it, here’s hoping, cheers, maybe we can still avoid it, the consequences, there’s honestly, so much worse things, on the internet, I sort of have, a tame personality, but I am gross, I can’t deny it, damn, a whole new journey, almost the beginning of the year, I wonder, how will it fuck me.

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