Plan B II

On my bed, i slept like a guilty murderer, i wet my couch with sorrowful tears, it was as if the creator was angry with me even though i could see his face full of veageance and hatred.

To me,,, the sky is heavily pregnant with lust and about to be put to bed. Is these true?

 

Plan B I

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