you put me back Cold , On a neutral volt.
sometimes i have it
euphoric with me
And Glorious Felt.
Neurotic I guess
that you feel
With me
Have fed.
And I hit
with a chronic
emotion on the run.
And I think...
"you are mine"
any purpose.
But my juicy
Salty sour tears
come dry
In my mouth
with the pure
truth,.
of my own
conceivable
That with you
Harmless
Will made,
And not comes
In your tummy
Around rate.
you put me back
Cold
On a neutral
Volt.
because you already
be with someone
served, in
Together
And Forever
old.
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