Good Feels Hunting

She exerts her worth in church to expert the women confessed once hurt

Summation of parts made to rehearse a comedian never heard

Thrives to dive on lies to crawl her fields of mine

Finding free to encapsulate me whilst defining my quiet in one line

Poster girl of boys world how creased the paper she sees me

Falls on sheets in thinking of me this boy so closed in the worst of pose

Tasking what asks of I, her mortal villain to winning her hero mask

Wondered this girl ever smart to be so torn apart

Her after dark Kmart heart that left our Ironman so stark

When I find her eyes what waits for lay by crimes

If dare I steal her real what guilt do feel multiplied one thousand of times

Dispositions our rendition of the world we destroy on every self pointed election

No question need mention what intention suggested the best lost in every direction

Pleasure be thy shortest September remembered no rain my summers treasure

Degrees of science finding the admiring fine that come of her weather

Tell me of days I layed in mornings recalling what treasure tendered this bed of feather

Remain this same he prayed if stayed in view of you his forever

His Squire rehired all firings of me on terms yet earned that signed the death of thee

Spilling all winnings on Christmas tree that speaks his vanity piece of involuntary charity

You define my life with wife that shines my neon mind

Arrived in time to revive my sign that glows with crow no vacancy life

No wealth that tells what befell of belts that held my boy world

My hands of dirt are my worth to wash your skirt to pearl

Feed once feared now promised on locket with love it opens so honest

I your most humble servant sharing those buttered Wurthers be what favoured that Gin and Tonic

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