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A Pink Book, Unravel
First. Oh what do you do first? your firm hands in space.
Where?
Anywhere. a foreplay. Next
A whisper. Either you tickle, a rebound.
OR you go with it to the other end of the spectrum.
You let yourself. Unravel. "like a ball of yarn"
Good for you. It feels so good, and by,...
by the way do you have a good memory?
A kiss on a neck, the
warmest breeze ever to visit through your ears. Wet slide.
From inside.
Im not done.
Around. Round waist good enough for the both of us.
Slide under there a wall of rubber. And there's something inside.
A wall of Pressure. It's like lungs.
Let yourself Unravel.
"Like a ball of yarn . The devil collects it."
No he doesn't. Don't pick it up.
Baby don't pick it up. Be quiet. A tiger approaches us.
From tall thick grass. Paper cut.
And summers chase with glue and of course the first day of school.
Trumpets, Oh man jealousy. Not really.
No more. I like you. Peace people! Peace.
Yes! employment to everyone! oh how much have you grown!
I'm so happy for you!
Should I shake off everything that you left me?
Off, in a shower. I taste so good.
I think about things too much.
And I.
Cant take it maybe that's why I can't go to sleep.
I hope you don't read it baby, I hope you don't read it.
Where?
Anywhere. a foreplay. Next
A whisper. Either you tickle, a rebound.
OR you go with it to the other end of the spectrum.
You let yourself. Unravel. "like a ball of yarn"
Good for you. It feels so good, and by,...
by the way do you have a good memory?
A kiss on a neck, the
warmest breeze ever to visit through your ears. Wet slide.
From inside.
Im not done.
Around. Round waist good enough for the both of us.
Slide under there a wall of rubber. And there's something inside.
A wall of Pressure. It's like lungs.
Let yourself Unravel.
"Like a ball of yarn . The devil collects it."
No he doesn't. Don't pick it up.
Baby don't pick it up. Be quiet. A tiger approaches us.
From tall thick grass. Paper cut.
And summers chase with glue and of course the first day of school.
Trumpets, Oh man jealousy. Not really.
No more. I like you. Peace people! Peace.
Yes! employment to everyone! oh how much have you grown!
I'm so happy for you!
Should I shake off everything that you left me?
Off, in a shower. I taste so good.
I think about things too much.
And I.
Cant take it maybe that's why I can't go to sleep.
I hope you don't read it baby, I hope you don't read it.
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