I log in online, Most likely I'm confined, or retarded. Online I can be anything I wanted. Like I can be a dog, and eat a dog's food, I'm the average aspoet user. I Have a sexual fetish, With no sexual elements. Eat clementine oranges, Receive my erections, Pointed in your direction. Un-anointed poets are bereft. The bottom of the page is best. They re-post the date and the city. Supplement updates how their feeling, While they manage to omit their audacity. Masterfully crafting their art: Re-posting.
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