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curling lips
so I did what you wanted, wanted-
lean mechanisms and strong needs;
it was the first moon before the plague,
and I long for curing your lips.
when the first moments manifests me;
I am the molasses of spheres in winter
and i carry cold love into heated halls
and its a mess.
I am the bringer of tidings of wisdom:
forgot not I disappear at-will;
know not the feelings of another
lean mechanisms and strong needs;
it was the first moon before the plague,
and I long for curing your lips.
when the first moments manifests me;
I am the molasses of spheres in winter
and i carry cold love into heated halls
and its a mess.
I am the bringer of tidings of wisdom:
forgot not I disappear at-will;
know not the feelings of another
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