Cool
I love
you got it for you
for real, girl
I say. Girl, I say. You
are my girl like I am your
dog, sort of. So to speak. I am
the puffy-eyed gentle
man you spit at
by the side of the robe, and are afraid of
secretly slipping all your clothes off
and jewelry, too but
In the Southlands, it's not
done. Somewhere down dear
and deep, near the Reef they call that
a miner offense,
because
jewelry
DUH
Anyway
Did I tell you that one or
the reverse? Let's just
sleep the sleep of the just
on that one, please girl
what time is it?
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