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I lay my lighter on the title written Fire I crawl inside a bedded box relieve my body of attire I tend to sleep on the right half (the left half needs sweeping) I need to quit seeing you lying there I need to quit this all-night-drinking Now who's thinking for me while I think about you ? *certainly not the same brain that's been trained to think things t h r o u g h* what do I do now wanting to do you do I sit sit in this room & *bang myself blue ? do I do myself stupid or ask again what to do ?* I am through with it i'm through I know just what to do busting through lust's must I get fronted by the view this front of you
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
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I lay my lighter on the title written Fire I crawl inside a bedded box relieve my body of attire I tend to sleep on the right half (the left half needs sweeping) I need to quit seeing you lying there I need to quit this all-night-drinking Now who's thinking for me while I think about you ? *certainly not the same brain that's been trained to think things t h r o u g h* what do I do now wanting to do you do I sit sit in this room & *bang myself blue ? do I do myself stupid or ask again what to do ?* I am through with it i'm through I know just what to do busting through lust's must I get fronted by the view this front of you
away
julie-butler
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
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