Maybe corn remembers
Spraypainting evil tattoos from your poems?
Winter is caveats the red of you
red cardinal fucker
setting the retinal snow on fire
slightly to want to get something said as sex.
you are sexy but....
too much like shopping.
too much like gnomecraft.
I think I would use a Doppler muzzle on you in bed.
Count in these texts.
Count off the pace.
Complete your pronoun moons thought.
I saw you go into the Fuckme Building
to swim in its artificial lake.
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