Friday, January 15, 2016

The Idealizing of Iesha

Brevity may be the soul of wit,
But entropy'll be the end of it,
Feeling too much: that's the policy,
Established by his odd psychology.

Nature roars while reason explores,
One unlocks, the other blocks the door,
The lust is too much, preempting insight,
My heart explodes as I cry in the night. 


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