I am as I have been taught.
I want, I crave, I desire.
I am your son your daughter, your late night pink pants with feathers and bonds
This side ways dance, this exasperating prance
This to late for TV glance
What now?
Shaven, cleansed brushed of thought of sight
Taken of these, every day fixes
Am I now not fixed?
Do I not sing the song of your loves true loves lust?
Oh the horror, the thought the predawn hard
Take this and make it yours
This love this is me my love…my fix
Dance in this dark with my new every day fix.
Dance in this my everyday dark.
Selfish you, yours,
Oh this
this is
Love
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 11:31 AM UTC
I am as I have been taught.
I want, I crave, I desire.
I am your son your daughter, your late night pink pants with feathers and bonds
This side ways dance, this exasperating prance
This to late for TV glance
What now?
Shaven, cleansed brushed of thought of sight
Taken of these, every day fixes
Am I now not fixed?
Do I not sing the song of your loves true loves lust?
Oh the horror, the thought the predawn hard
Take this and make it yours
This love this is me my love…my fix
Dance in this dark with my new every day fix.
Dance in this my everyday dark.
Selfish you, yours,
Oh this
this is
Love
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