Caught up on wire coat hang over turning sensation and this new burning patch below oval umbilical remains
I see you found my shirt and satin is easy to stain
So now could you tell me your name?
I'm sure it was nice to meet you and Id love do it over.
God it's getting hot in here and I can smell fear and yesterdays consumption, I'd offer you cab fare but I can't find my wall, let me finish fishing this stream of thoughts rhymes and am I out of milk again?
Why is standing so much harder than it was before?
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