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Little Coins & Long Cuddles
Daddy issues hipster girl, found a lens to resort to, she sees the world in bright yellow yolk textures, the chick hasn’t hatched yet, take it easy, lightly this autonm mud will be stuck on your shoe bottom until you have rearranged the old tool box of consciousness. How long sexual drafts should be like, and the reptile tanning in the sand of a piece of old rusty car mentioned, you humans are terribly heavy with your psychological buggage, why do you keep your old socks when it’s summer and barefoot naked eyes should hunting for shy organs to reproduce on la plage de vacances. I must keep on writing and loving you because the thing I am afraid of is in fact to lose the click of the keyboard the moist to lick you, the legs to walk up hill and to sleep without taking a death pill. Things move fast, I strategize our dance, so high heels tremble with laughter and that’s all you need to remember for now, for tomorrow, keep it simple my darling some old man said and got hit by a passing car, and the neighbor cried for the unlived or the shortlived but no single creature will stumble in dispair for our encounter as we lived and squeezed the rays of sun to belly button tan and get lost in the fountain of youth that’s running out.
A french movie with a small f, to remember it’s not about the fucks but about the chemistry to last, and we sing in the bathroom, forgot to flush the toilet because we were wondering in thoughts of…
