where are your
panties now
i'll
feed my grass your grasshoppers'
heads tastes best
in guillotine yard
draw a square on
round clock billiard's
small dreams of
reduced calories
imagine exchange
of you and me staccato
where you repeat
second hands
and i grew on
rooftops
the world spake to
me in lashes and
bones and you
stuttered mashed
run over by myriad
explicit
skated cords
legato
chimeras work for
miracles straight
and you only crop
frolicked baton
one tip for you
before the crash
crave music not
cash
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