I like this poem.
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I can see what you can see not-
Vision milky, then eyes rot. When you turn, they will be gone, Whispering their hidden song. Then you see what cannot be- Shadows move where light should be. Out of darkness, out of mind, Cast down into the Halls of the Blind. Best way to discover colors for your loot filter https://pixlr.com/editor/ | IGN: Spear CPU: Intel Core i7-6700K @ 4.0Ghz | GPU: Radeon Series | OS: Windows 10 Home 64-bit Mouse: Steelseries Rival | KB: Corsair K70 RGB | Monitor: Acer Predator Last bumped on Apr 21, 2018, 10:04:28 PM
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" MILKY MILKY WARM AND TASTY! MOMMY! MILKY! PLEASE BE HASTY! REFRESHING DRINK FROM MOMMY'S UDDERS! I WANT MOMMY'S AND NO OTHER'S! GIVE IT! GIVE IT! GIVE IT NOW! GIVE ME MILKY, LAZY SOW! UNTIL YOU DO I'LL SCREAM I'LL SHOUT! I'M CRY I'LL WHINE AND STOMP ABOUT! UNTIL MY BELLY IS FULL AND HAPPY! I REFUSE TO TAKE A NAPPY! |
