Airsoft
Forget the sound- All that matter's now
What could take off after such blows
When it shall reach out and slowly take
Glide the very long upper-end swings
Out of a very forbidden unmarked ripping
From such very unacceptable slides
That are a wingspan full of a luck
That takes up all requisites of a raffle
Beginning from what fools the fools
To where there's only a matter of lack
Before that which forms armaments
Forms that which comes before
The stain of paints of my very wings'
Insertion into a ten-thousand gun
We took to doing when nothing else's fun
The wife's a mistress he doesn't know
The true usefully correct meaning of
It hurts all over and he barely finished
The somersault necessary for some rest
Than started issuing these results
About gunshots, paintings costing
More than two thousand units apiece
About paints, paintballs, pellets-the war
Jargon of armies-about fish traps
Deposits of feces, frost withdrawal
Cements-unwet, fresh, needed
In washing off an enormous liquidity
No one can set at par but blood
It now makes some solid sense in here
The start always beginning in a year
Charmed smoke-colored glass breaking
When concrete-steel hits its floor
The rain's pause, mist freeze, oceans land
In waves when the moon's at its most exact
And all your setting off of lax that is away.
What could take off after such blows
When it shall reach out and slowly take
Glide the very long upper-end swings
Out of a very forbidden unmarked ripping
From such very unacceptable slides
That are a wingspan full of a luck
That takes up all requisites of a raffle
Beginning from what fools the fools
To where there's only a matter of lack
Before that which forms armaments
Forms that which comes before
The stain of paints of my very wings'
Insertion into a ten-thousand gun
We took to doing when nothing else's fun
The wife's a mistress he doesn't know
The true usefully correct meaning of
It hurts all over and he barely finished
The somersault necessary for some rest
Than started issuing these results
About gunshots, paintings costing
More than two thousand units apiece
About paints, paintballs, pellets-the war
Jargon of armies-about fish traps
Deposits of feces, frost withdrawal
Cements-unwet, fresh, needed
In washing off an enormous liquidity
No one can set at par but blood
It now makes some solid sense in here
The start always beginning in a year
Charmed smoke-colored glass breaking
When concrete-steel hits its floor
The rain's pause, mist freeze, oceans land
In waves when the moon's at its most exact
And all your setting off of lax that is away.
mura lagi ni'g erotica. or maybe it's just my imagination.
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hannilou |
8:42 PM GMT+8
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