Clickety-clack upon the keys,
Fingers churning up a breeze.
Now pause, review, skip back a line,
Ponder, correct, muse.
Hop online for an inspiring sign,
Flicker back, give the keys some abuse.
The innards hum, piping hot,
Warming places fingers trot.
Never stop until it's done,
Just pause for a mental rest.
Though a hiatus isn't a battle won,
Still, the patient are the blessed.
And resume, send flying the dust.
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Sono un peccatore dell'anno ottantamila -- un menzonero
With thine eyes Loving' glances once Replaced by distance within Changed from blue to grey Need you just like before, Don't go that way, come back and stay!.
Fall do they now, the weak and infirm, Fall to the ground, a feast fit for worms, Buried by their kin, the kind who squirmed.
What's so cherished never deigns to last, Note I, still stagnant in the past, And dare not put finger in mine eye To see you so easily pass me by.
Out of your sight, sends me to heaven, every-time I check on you, your cheating on me with a guy named Kevin..
Leaving me alone to sexually gratify another, torn by your lie, you slept with my brother..
You lie with such a serious face, your level of deception unmatched, leaving me shamed and disgraced..
Trust in me if you dare, I will give you your flesh's desire, this I swear. Believe in me and you shall see, grief of your enemies, I will deliver unto thee.
How do you fall asleep so simply while I lie awake all night. For my conscious is moonless and yours is so bright..
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