wish that i knew sometimes what's really on yr mind the geography of yr thoughts a map of mud and orgasms of teeth so sharp and to be held can you feel my scrambled organs in yr sound sleep oh truth stumbles through the warehouse of illusions indebtedness because hardly able no one can read this it's secret i can't even describe some primitive merrily down the sea merrily merrily merrily down the fault merrily merrily row row row yr boat let's roll a matchstricken midnight magical again surfaces here and there peeping tom poor the nudity i've never licked
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