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Is it the butterflies? I still don't mind, the way your minscule mind is hiding behind my ear. You are stroking my hair. I do not mind, sunshine, the ..
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Somehow now, in sublime coloursof someone elses cracks ofteeth, crackthe roots, of somehow- somehow soft talk is a centred sweet, rooted, sweet sweet ..
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& method, counting the stars; sleeping alot. I am the soft bread of your breasts, tea, tea, This is method of a hollow head, and counting, the way..
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i am taking a bath and i am now, madonna. i am taking you to my bath and letting the flags of yours arms, drench over me. you wish you are water and s..
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he told me, to find myselfalong the fleet of skin, seeds, hairas weeds, soft skeletonsare one to dance, always poolside.and they told me, they always ..
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Romance city city,I gave you upon blanketsand sea bed lipsI gave you I gave youthe moths lighting me,romance city cityyour eyes are still,shining,and ..
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there is a couple kissing and i hope its us,i hope it's usbecause she wears roses in her hairand her children, her childrenall owna wide combed smilet..
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& i am sitting at the back of libraries with lizard boys. his head is assembled on book spines and i tell him,i tell him"soap is a disposable deli..
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no capitals again, couldn't be arsed. i typed this all out then lost it, so this is from memory.
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f**k capital letters and real grammer. f**k meaning on this. f**k the cleaning for today. f**k your stupid 'genres' and you know what? F**K YOUR F****..
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