Saturday, March 12, 2011

All over the place
we have no hang ups,
no cares.
We love what we love without fear
we love what we love for love and love alone.
We love to love
but don't think us weak
our hate is putrid and strong,
only reserved for the un-pure,
the degenerate sneaks,
the faking sounds
the false words.

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