i'm going to spout a hundred poems, now, bear with me:
i see them all now they lay dead,
i killed the monsters in my head,
for all they wrought and hate they sped,
i knew them now as heat to dread,
since by death we all it ice,
pursue by morning once or twice.
edit; c is for cunny that's good enough for me c is for cunny
that's good enough for me c is for cunny that's good enough for
me O cunny cunny cunny starts with c
