Memories of Daru

Fistiing an unknown  Region, 

Is hard on a boy.

Is it Gita with Us in German town? No? Probable not. She got better fish n me.

Be just one sad old King. Still so stupid in love.

Be an idjit.
A fall so hard one waits lifetimes on end and hope not back to back.

Thee has left Us some months ago. Fare thee well. Is into the garbage did thy warm hand throw Us?
Some sad sorry months ago. Thee sold me to Africa. Was I trafficked good.
Didja make some money on the deal?
I do hate you now you have succeeded now at All thy holy orders. And I get to live permanent
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Not even no fake warm for Our bruised insides, n Our blood, just lingering life going to no purpose and All Our mystical wives are no longer alive. I might just see if I can eat two meals today. Must be olde. Got no juices flow in Us any more I had such hope that you really did not hate Us too. You been pissed since
Acton.

Ya could a just told me instead of waiting till now. What was so important to you when I played with girls half a world away. Or even up close. Notice, We had not too much interest in boys or little girls. And I do not think Lordina was always her name.

I could be wrong, been done before.

B