its like a bug bearing in your face working
your sexless camera hooligan of your eye pod
immaculate trace of your disembarked ego
what? she leans in after the flood
stammers the silly whore
a nun of her own prize
stilting her way of speech
not carrying on anything
but the death of her own mother
a nun of her own prize
stilting her way of speech
not carrying on anything
but the death of her own mother
pardon me?
who's that
who's that
when she's not home
but the whore of the olympics
trading in traffic and wars
.
everyone knows it doesn't work
laughing me in my face as
he died
remember better is not good
its not as sick
that is the key.
"that the keycharity"
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