The girl with the pearl earring, she's passing through the crowd, you think you love her, but look around, everyone can hear you, your feelings are too loud, you’re a horny virgin, in need of a fucking, and everyone can see it, its embarrassing, oh look, the girl with the pearl earrings, she's passing, going, going, gone, that's a lifetime, of never being with her, how deep is your love, are you being honest with yourself, what if I told you, you could have her, but you would have to suck a few dicks, to get there soon, there’s a whole line, you can’t just skip ahead, without doing some work, let me ask you, do you know how to twerk, I have a few dudes, looking for a male stripper, if you do a good job, you won’t have to worry, you’ll get with her, her phone number, look into the deep, dark, night sky, the moon and its gentle light, she’ll call you, no man, its truth, when the pieces fit just right, I know what you’re looking for, all the virgins think they’re special, they all think they have taste, but starve for a few evenings, and all food tastes like red meat, pomegranate, juices dripping down, red shining in the candle light, a piece of the devil, everything, has a price, like this poetry, the questions life asked me, for me to get here, a river of blood, the dreams I had to live, to get here, so many things, so many mountains, just for these words to reach this page, what came first, the chicken or the egg, the ignorance, of spouting bullshit, and the pain, of paying for it, it all came together, beginning and its end, echoing across the room, deciding each other, damn man, I’m so high, so many hymens, now I just need karma, live nine lives, the water flows in many directions, this is also a reflection of the world, the ocean, the bees and the birds, the West extends, ghosts and howling wolves, the cookie, is a dense nucleus, of various truths, all so, close together, I’m stagnating, as I think of the big bang, that wild chaos, where hierarchy is decided, the snow falls, and winter is upon us, this sweet cookie, is crumbling, the pieces are being arranged, soon it will be the new year, there will be progress, will I see that lovely girl, with the pearl earrings, our dream, the lives we want to live, how close is it to me, day after day, of working, toiling, in the fields, all for fat men, to drink the product of months of effort, in a few evenings, for them to smoke the sweetest cigars, like it was nothing, I’m the cow that was led to slaughter, I lay on their plate, this poetry is my gift, please eat me, behind the scenes, the preacher is also eating, so many secrets, I hate explaining, there are so many things, I’m not even allowed to say, but I try, these karma seeds, I have to sow them, the endless need, to keep progressing, like a billionaire, yearning for more money, but its just the truth of it, we’re all poor, we hunger, for so many things, love, beauty, and heaven, hide in the weirdest places, art is a great beast, this process, I have to respect it, I’m a lonely demon, offering his services, I can continue to eat, as long as, that grand plan, I have to serve it, so many lessons, and it just keeps going, I’m starting to settle, I fear to push it, but I continue to yearn, blood red juices, it still follows the intention, faeries, you have to tempt them, but I’m just a wolf, dressed as your grandmother, just an old man, who did his homework, I’ve always thought, that I was so wealthy, but all these things, could mean nothing, reduced to dirt, to the mundane, slimy, hairy pussy, I’m always waiting, just a poet, masturbating, I used to be so sensitive, there are so many curse words, it has a way, of messing with your life, its sort of funny, I started writing stories, eventually poetry, because, there were so many things, I wanted to say, I rarely found them, in the world around me, but they were inside my head, so many lessons, and the pain was so much, that I didn’t care, if these words left me, to me, they were worth nothing, just a build-up of emotions, something I had to get out, before it consumed me, but now I’m starting to worry about the consequences, I used to write these things, from a place of virginity, but now I’m getting old, I’m thirty, and the things I write, a lot of it is offensive, whatever, just my cum, on your phone screen, its sad, but everyone has to eat, why does this have to be public, I don’t know, it’s the price, for my character, my tendency, to be possessive, but damn man, its just the virgin energy talking, I don’t arrange the pieces, like a tube of toothpaste, you have to squeeze some out, to release the pressure, if I didn’t have poetry, I’d probably be a murderer, people do crazy things, when they’re starving, but not everyone can eat, not enough money, not the right keys, you can’t even think of it, the hymen isn’t broken, past this line is selfishness, boobies.

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