| tongues. twisting cringing singing screaming peculiarity of highest unconventionality, defying morality, legs spreadingality in reality? an unlikely match tumbling, rolling around, legs. in leggings. cat claws clawing. the cat. in your bed. |
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| soft pretzel's yeasts rise like eyebrows when your sun sleeps on our river's hips |
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| There are fuzzy plums in my eyes, that kind of feeling after you've woken up only to fall back asleep for another three hours. And you know you've overslept. I'm homeward bound! |
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| To itchy feet and big eyes and day dreaming. Down with big brother so I can get outta convention and make fairy art in faraway places.
Tomorrow is fancy Tuesday. |
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| These cracked hands once clung To your ideas igniting Smiles not yet smiled |
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