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400–450°F No Tongue No Teeth
What the fuck is this draft about?
I’ll relish this neck from ego-killing.
But first, you need to pick up the phone my love.
I’ve got so many words to bake with potatoes sparkled melancholic cinnamon and your special touch I promised not to bite before dinner starts, officially starts with a wedding ring I forgot to bring, excuse me for not falling (in love) into what seemed as a temporary cage to lick and serve.
Do you see the alignment curves of your tired stiff forehead, from overthinking.. (put your head on my shoulders)
Down by the river I sat and cried and cried and laughed to this telenovela I don’t invest more, since a philosopher told me once to hold my shit together, so I never intended to lock and lock the chance to be with you or without you.
Now it’s over.
Now put it all together, the broken pieces might find a better match than the original nylon brand-new sucking price for being a virgin.
Let me start over.
Faster faster, you’ve got to show me.
Hide me from myself, and find me lost.
All the wine in the world, like I know what you want.
Drooling on the pillow, I almost forgot.
