I tell you, the guys a few posts ago I was poet romanticism in Russia. I have in past times write love poetry, but after I witnessed the end of the night, the heart has grown cold. I recently making attempt to the activation of romanticism side of me for present time
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Come my lovely princess, let us ride in the wind.
Don't you care about your health? What's wrong with you? You live on nothing. Corn syrup, corn, corn related sh*t. Chicken made of soy? What the hell is that? Soy is isolated. Isolated from the protein that keeps you alive. You are being fed, like a fat cow awaiting slaughter. Bone-froth pusher.
Where is the quality of life promised? Where are the lowered cancer rates? Where are the cures to the man made diseases?
I have printed out this part (don't worry, you are duly credited) and have it framed above my bed.
Please, do not deprive the world of your love poetry. It is far too exquisite for you to wait another three decades before writing and sharing another love poem.
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You speak beautiful truths, sir.
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Also, I am a girl. But please, don't stop posting your poems!
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