image
the systemic
liking of my body
that opens my copy
to all that is
made available in my body
sorry to separate my faulty
brain for a haughty claim
but you are the frame
do you need some bait
so you can take
what needs to be made
is what is
no thing with
in this fist
I hold a list
bent on revenge
but with a slight twinge
it turns to braces comin' out your face
tasted like
insane pace
watch his lips
they will lie for him
in the edge, we spin
hoping to win
gripping my trends
take back then
the ending
turning me back to me
holding hands finally
taking our traits
seriously
not weakly
more deeply
into a fountain
of youth
group hijinx
look like high-Jinx
plucking on a bass
with tasteless taste
that feels us all
with grace
faith taste different
in a haste
counting on tape
to hold my place
in this bath, I looked
at the ducky
swimming around so fluffy
and thought to my self
am I that lucky
no cause this starts bucking
pulling me back to the thief
who took my king
and made him lead
I'm the king
feanning
for demons
eaten at muscle
what is your's
can I borrow its unicycle
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