Milk never touched me, something sort of hushed me, crushed meat, stuck thing. I stand thin, the French fin

Miss never touched me, wind sort of rushed me, lush seats, brushed teeth, mighty weak

Staying afloat upon river road underbelly of a bathing beast, salient yeast

I’m a pessimist, every ugly thing in somebody else’s mind, fixated. Each and every ugly image inside another human’s mind-let us Go, Adiõs

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