'
there you are.
i see you leering at the flight of amber bees.
i see you chipping away
at the chicanery of
a valentine
in a world of more accidents
than your love's
purpose.
we are the first
us.
come with me,
and we
shall arrive!
we get
somewhere
just to be
god's
people
sipping on frost
and bad theories... when I'm weary
i have no chamber for your
blatant nod.
your overt turtles
eat your oysters
putting them
to bed.
are you not your best offer?
and here we go again.
let x equal x
and the pond **** of your pitched battles
be the death rattle
of no tongue.
absorb the coolant
in the inferno
and his name is simply
" where are you from? "
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
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there you are.
i see you leering at the flight of amber bees.
i see you chipping away
at the chicanery of
a valentine
in a world of more accidents
than your love's
purpose.
we are the first
us.
come with me,
and we
shall arrive!
we get
somewhere
just to be
god's
people
sipping on frost
and bad theories... when I'm weary
i have no chamber for your
blatant nod.
your overt turtles
eat your oysters
putting them
to bed.
are you not your best offer?
and here we go again.
let x equal x
and the pond **** of your pitched battles
be the death rattle
of no tongue.
absorb the coolant
in the inferno
and his name is simply
" where are you from? "
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