write around a lot
seek a new post
create a soft tempered clavier
roll off a couple simple speeches
always pretend with smoke rings and arm chairs
you stupid unlaid fuck!
what are you? gonna masturbate forever?
sad layaround smile wasted
chirp with the birds slanted
across the cross mother breathing
shipping out to some grand sea
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slip inside my sleeping bag
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