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You want to sit there, in my ear,
up my nose and between my fingers.

You'd get bored quick, find another idea,
then try to eat that straight off the knife

hoping to cut yourself, then sit
between your toes and in your ear, but-

you never heard the rain from inside
and how it's easily mistaken for sand.
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
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