By Arcassin Burnham

Blistering concoction, Making nonsense,
Make sure you just leave your mark,
Don't let them touch you,
Way too many stops to be rushing,
Your boyfriend would you, if I was your boyfriend would you know me the same?
What if I was your savior something pushing all the corners of your life would you take my last name?
You know the game,
I wouldn't even worry about the relations I probably just liked if you came,
The portal opens,
No room in this bathroom for the both of us even when the soaps soakin',
We found the perfect motion,
Better than the twisting motion if I do say so myself, just get the lotion.


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