Our cloud
Sinking waste into my armpits
wasted so easily
its a place im tied too guiltly
feels so good when im alone
cut a hole in my paper heart
jesus bleeds for boredom
have another one
it tastes so good
in the garden
feast of youth
black lips
get locked on
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You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
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More than worthy.
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More than worthy.
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