In the middle of the sky burns like a punch grin
and back in that dream where
peering into your chest. Buy me toys
still between 10 100 orgasms. Buy me toys
still between 10 100 life sentences. Not
therapy
're just a utopia. Not
therapy
're just a short-sighted. I count my
ribs.
the sun.
Belli like lizards.
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