Fire is motion
Work is repetition
This is my document
We are all
cotton preshrunk displays games we play. colors run and colors
Ah!
let's 'fess up to
firecrackerjack snacks
and a piggy bank built
and
so i said i guess things are alright. sternly he
(aka my testosterone smock.) stains so deep they can see
i can't stand standing here like this and i can't
vision giving light. eyes wide might slip. it's nearly too
canine exhales my steam face spit bath tippy toed, noses
he locks the door
shuts the light
looks like he's in for
mud. muddy slush. slushy lawn. in the inbetween of the
peanuts and kiddie molotov cocktails on a starved stomach on
dictioncanary can swear she's barely aware of her apparently paralyzing
i watch you hold it above your head. a web
they wouldn't understand. it's a passionate youth thing. amy the
we're talking away. i don't know what i'm to say
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