Nevertheless it is strange
That spare mornings are unkempt
Among shameless mornings.
I anticipate likeaverystupidchild
To care for small things beyond
This pervert hour of
I shout capsules balls wanton minds
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And dearly, my oaf figure moves out
Cross and inaudiable.
It is to kiss my own craven kiss
I, am not wanting this
This constricting bed
This waiting swelling
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