I see you hope, I feel you hope, I need you hope, Never give up on me hope!! Today I have heard two discussions about
Month: September 2020
Dissociation
Mirror on the wall, Whose gaze chills my spine? Strangest Face, surely not me.
Makrothymios
Must my furious Rage smolder, as I practice Long-suffering grace.
Dyspeptic
Should I feed you the Slop you shovel to me, your Ulcer would recur.
Tell-tale
Upon her fingers, Her G string dangles, thirst so Savage must I slake
Lonesome Death
You would wail and gnash Your teeth, had not I dug your Grave with your jawbone.
