For anyone who dared to spout bullshit, though its unsightly, and the words grating to sensitive ears, truth can’t help but echo, and if you were in the room, maybe you'd recognize, the words that were said, and their necessity, open to anyone who can read, enticing to those who can see, like whispers of love, making willing ladies wet, under the moonlight, don’t say it, not yet, it’s as if so much can echo, and should echo, life is short, and only so much can be said, the moon, and her bountiful breasts, bow your head, truth echoes on my lips, I love you, dew drops, and a mushroom tip...

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