Lust, it's all the fuss
Oh how we must just trust our lust
But they thrust disgust on you
Like a rusty dusted label
Which makes us unable to be stable
The tale ends to no avail,
When lust leaves us with just a pale ail.
Hail my words for lust,
shall surely bust.
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Personal Poem List
PoetryThis will be where I write my poems from here on out. I do not have a specific agenda for releasing them, nor do I intend to publish them. This is just a document where I can place my thoughts down in the art of poetry. All of this is original work...
