my eyes are filled with the sounds of what she's doing
everything by hands the mother
the sweet juices of your mouth
rolls a relationship blubbered out
i swear i'll never be the same again
the beamwind portrait and replica
and then help me because and then cut me
i say my roaring shadow
if ever there was a mistake
the field the sky
where i meet you in the median
looping the undending loop
betrays without definite purpose
the ones who make of death
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