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Aug 2016
If I could scream your
perfect **** out of my brain
I'd do it nightly,

or every morning
right before brushing my teeth
[or probably not].

Lay in your textures;
I'd live on a seat of noise.
Quiet to myself.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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