Lyric poetry usually gets its panties in a wad
I like when I sleep with itself all skin
Again
It's when I pay humans I fear humans so
The Soul was a prison built long ago
You have any idea where it is we should go?
Dreams are a sort of hedge fund--
Surely on that we can agree?
you and me and she and we
Sex shouldn't be like playing catch:
throwing a dead person back and forth
sort of freaks me
Doesn't mean it's any less touching
It's just I didn't know you were the ocean's weird clutching
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