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Loose Lost Lust
Loose
them binding ties that bind.
Lost
the fucking car keys again
the fucking car keys
keys to the fucking car.
Lust
well bust me me in the skin game,
the skin trade, a skinny woman
to love.
Splay
yr bloody innards all over
this fakers page, nuance every
fckn place til it don't mean a bit
of shit
any more.
Ab'use
me wit them there piercing eyes,
wit, o, those bloody glances,
in nigh, nigh, nightimes fascinated
in trance.
Lost Loose
Lust
(no one home to cook dinner, or naked
to fuck,
to fuck,
to fuckin Make Love To
in that forever be'be'beyond what wee Like to call
death).
dkzkdankozak23Feb2021po'eh'tryAnd maloDe Pic'tuur
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