i love the way O
makes my lips
grow apart and
yearn each
and other-
but i fear the way
E
makes me sneer and
fear;
and
i lust after the L
which makes my tongue
explore through
hell.
i love the way O
makes my lips
grow apart and
yearn each
and other-
but i fear the way
E
makes me sneer and
fear;
and
i lust after the L
which makes my tongue
explore through
hell.
