bring it on lonely elvis lights in vegas - i want you to know that every poem i've written is beautiful like this one - shoulders twist in flesh - olympic-sized eyes perpetually waiting on shithead so you want to be a machine eh? - demand total makeover - a hum of very small very miniature feet that passed because love - flame there's nothing waiting no nothing to do - it's as simple as split the scene in half you'll know where you stand
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