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Natural selection Now just an impression A first one With the mass of one ton Lowered down onto the tip of my tongue Flowered through the tip of my handshake Lick me like a cottonmouth snake Sweet like lemon cake Your charm is venom And I yearn for its death. The last time you saw me Was the last time I was alive Your charm is venom Now unzip that denim.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
Cottonmouth
Natural selection Now just an impression A first one With the mass of one ton Lowered down onto the tip of my tongue Flowered through the tip of my handshake Lick me like a cottonmouth snake Sweet like lemon cake Your charm is venom And I yearn for its death. The last time you saw me Was the last time I was alive Your charm is venom Now unzip that denim.
Ugh. Keats. Just think of Keats.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
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