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    by RosesAtSunset on March 05, 2017

    Hot and cold
    hot and Cold
    Pick a tap
    And watch it flow
    He asked me if I swallow
    If only my pride weren't so hollow
    "Oh how does your garden grow?"
    Why, with all these wild oats I sow!
    Throwing browned pieces of bananas at the crows
    From the sleek silver muscle car that I do tow
    A little chocolate doll bows
    Out of the throes
    Sifting through the madness
    Expelling all her woes
    Take it easy: love nothing
    Conor Oberst moans
    My love for you peels like poster paper
    Slipping down the walls of my soul
    Floating to the floor
    With all the other vanquished foes
    So it goes
    Vonnegut rolls
    Sing me to sleep
    As one of Morrissey's whores
    Castigat Ridendo Mores
    Live, Laugh, Let it Go
    You a stupid ho
    That's right,
    I let Nicki Minaj take it home
    Goodbye you limpdick bag of bones

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