I have slated these slots of my heart for slovenly endeavors…Inebriated and exacerbated actions wearing Halloween costumes of Cupid and Aphrodite…And I’ve walked into this masquerade ball naked and unmasked upon a crucifix trying to not be noticed…But the slate blue of the blood in my veins is jealous of the heart it courses through…So I hemorrhage expletives filled with amorous cells that cover the diseased feet of those that wear my heart on their sleeves…And when they have all succumbed to the lesions their allegiance to wrong-doing have lasciviously left them with…I will, even then, lick their wounds and titivate the ballroom with their loathsome entrails…Because I have slated myself to be as hard as slate…And to always cherish a piece of those slated for my affections…
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