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Oct 2013
I'll have to make you
Or politely invite you.
I never do the second one first
I'm impatient, I'm kind in low degrees
Shapeless and intangible
Mold me with your words
I can fill your pores
Take you on a trip you'll never ask for
More of me in your cup
I am full and I will bring you what you need
You're simple pure and with core
I will darken your waters
Tempt your soul, cross over
Your desires, your truths they melt together
In this world of forever never
In a universe of forever ever
Written by
Kenneth Fox
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