1200
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Now, spill
espresso
on a
parachute,
we'll make a baby
per day.
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When you finally got blood from the hard stick
You spotted the backflash of red
And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms
Were everywhere, and you were in the middle
Holding her down with one hand while wielding
A butterfly in the other. You stuc
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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