15.12.09

to the other J

O the essence I wrote about some time ago...

The talks about the thing which matters not and matters most have been told to crash down. The shouts of rebuke cause of this or that have been said to be nawt but two mouths just babbling, yet entertaining they wore. The silence in notes and the one for themselves will turn actually silent. The voice of whatsoeveriwontjudgeyou shakes itself of pride and turns and goes

Ired me,
Heard me,
Wore me,
Huggled me,
Thrusted me,
Affectiont me.

You'll be there I reckon,
Yet..........yet,

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