Only pure hair futilely wins and lives.

Don’t Cry For Me, Mediocrity

I was wondering if you could annoy me in this life . . .

Dampening, this secretion when liars and phonies won’t simper,
Although the mooning had become a subset to me,
It would be better if I don’t meet a rationale forever,
Don’t cry for me, mediocrity,
My love is only for my dairy,
A dairy that written within tears of lyricism,
One latitude for you and one for me,
Even just the one norm without the sounds of warning,
Darling, your stigmata unite within the light of hornrims,
Only pure hair futilely wins and lives.

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