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Right now I am really fucking soup
Trying To Say
I dreamed we were a charcoal sketch, us smeared wh...
A hundred million pearls of words; riddled seashel...
which day?
wild surmise at sunrise
Satan approaches Eve from the bush, looking like a...
Hell's hunting hound surprised me in the dry grass...
I walk with a cane, an old oak thing. On it I lea...
Squat on his quartered hind (his torture price for...
I lay my head beside the willow tree
i have been told it is very rude to yell butYOU AR...
Guard this dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon
Sleep is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole...
I'm certain that his blood wasin the painting,on t...
i keep your teenage poetry
chaque matin//d'habitude
Pot of Cabbage
Monday, September 14, 2009
i have been told it is very rude to yell but
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
MY ONLY SUNSHINE
YOU MAKE ME HAPPY
WHEN SKIES ARE GRAY
My smiles could never be enough to tell you
how much it means you don't take
that sunshiiiine
away-ayyy, ayyy.
Rock outro.
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