at first you couldn't call it love | 1 |
it was handkerchief | 2 |
and sullen, | 3 |
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string-cheese and sarcasm, | 4 |
basting its red taint of certainty | 5 |
over my lily-chicken heart. | 6 |
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then it was all "no, not again" | 7 |
and, kind of sly like pubic hair. | 8 |
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after-all, if at first you don't succeed | 9 |
dont try on overalls! | 10 |
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i was shoddy yes? | 11 |
crowned in moonbeams | 12 |
sparks of soft ire, | 13 |
a turning wheel | 14 |
which we trapped my body to. | 15 |
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and slick with snow | 16 |
you pelted me with smiles, no | 17 |
(cruel as rhubarb) | 18 |
dressed them with alcohol, | 19 |
feathered me with chunks of the | 20 |
pharaohs' tomb. | 21 |
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i was precious, yes? | 22 |
bill bloody bill | 23 |
curling poodle into the rink, | 24 |
pursed cock in glum thighs | 25 |
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-i hide. | 26 |
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you could see my bush, easily, | 27 |
it's on google, | 28 |
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just search for a kangaroo | 29 |
and you'll see me humping | 30 |
butter in a pouch. | 31 |
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yeah, brother bill stitched me in. | 32 |
i was soft garlic prancing in caramel | 33 |
boots once, | 34 |
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then i whispered into you. | 35 |
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hannibal is 'ily' chattel | 36 |
compared to the violence of love; | 37 |
to that preciousss dialect of rainbow | 38 |
- kissing colours between bee hives | 39 |
- crushing the milk of our skin, | 40 |
white pale bucket | 41 |
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sink deep well-end... | 42 |
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i strut my hose | 43 |
to the market now, | 44 |
and pickle you in a room | 45 |
with a view of the equator- | 46 |
all golden in umbra, | 47 |
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which our rainbow can | 48 |
birth too. | 49 |