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#mindgut
Stew on it for a while, she said really rally in it Feel it in your gut and ride it For all you know this is all you'll ever feel That serotonin uptake can really zombify Really ******* fry Nerve endings in head and gut twist me up the spine Possessed by duress I wear it best In every corner of my vessel, a spectre resides And rides and rides and drives you away She says it now, lets out a wild howl won't let me dispel O please let me now but it takes the form of salt water and pools in seafoam orbs that soak it back in returning to the swell
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC
gut ride
Don't dare to argue with a woman's intuition! I mean her telepathic, liar-detecting capabilities. I mean sometimes you make her feel like she is on a mission. You come holding flowers of peace, logic and love. Ignoring that sense that doesn't have a number. From the Guts of the ocean flooding. Your crashing waves and patterns, she can smell. Even if you're thousands of miles away. Or beside her laying the hay. Man don't you understand? Dissing a woman's intuition is forbidden! Strictly when it has to do with other. Women.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
Pants on Fire