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I'll say these meaningless words over and over and over again: I love you I love you I love you Even when I think of you as God; I love you Young blood, heated and dried Dead head You had crawled Sickeningly sweet I long for you Funny duchess! My Mary --- Even though my tongue knows only clichés and sometimes my tongue is too short to speak human and the other times my tongue is too long I think it becomes python --- I wish you were not dead; Be here with me You, omnipresent I wish I could believe -- You wrote the bible with your own pretty hand -- Your ****** head (my sunrise) Throbbing heart (still exists) You have soul like universe Objectified, scientified How did you put it in? And a nebula Sickeningly sweet I hope for no regret Yet I am afraid Of pureness -- your lethal-honest yellowness -- Spreads like **** pictures Peanut butter on the bread in an easy morning My, blonde thing! Dark eyes, the nights Spent crying Why did you die, why did you die--- O why did you die? Why did you die?
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
The wet towels are still wet
I'll say these meaningless words over and over and over again: I love you I love you I love you Even when I think of you as God; I love you Young blood, heated and dried Dead head You had crawled Sickeningly sweet I long for you Funny duchess! My Mary --- Even though my tongue knows only clichés and sometimes my tongue is too short to speak human and the other times my tongue is too long I think it becomes python --- I wish you were not dead; Be here with me You, omnipresent I wish I could believe -- You wrote the bible with your own pretty hand -- Your ****** head (my sunrise) Throbbing heart (still exists) You have soul like universe Objectified, scientified How did you put it in? And a nebula Sickeningly sweet I hope for no regret Yet I am afraid Of pureness -- your lethal-honest yellowness -- Spreads like **** pictures Peanut butter on the bread in an easy morning My, blonde thing! Dark eyes, the nights Spent crying Why did you die, why did you die--- O why did you die? Why did you die?
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Pea
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
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