Lost and so moving like everyone tickl'd till it hurts and gasping in the laugh gaps sick friends is street cred i guess and heartbreaks are just like birthdays i've told so many cities about you telling time in miles and how those shy eyes boast the bold old ghost of original sin we all know monogamy's just a function of capitalism and love it's consequential construct of culture so cash in your holy lusts usher out your doubts lend out your best bent up hopes lay the planks of this noah's ark all your own conjugate lay and lie between appetites and apologize i am over the counter productive culture
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