Wednesday, February 28, 2024

The place Does It Move


Thinkin’ at the repeatedly I close to singed either one of my ft
drinkin’ milkshakes, any kitchen, binged on decks with Kelis
sinkin’ in, that refined itchin’, hinged on valves for free up,
tinkerin with thermostats, switchin’ to dad: preserve warmth

Oh now, right here we move, holdin’ on for the trip,
looking to stay breakfast down, time to swallow my pleasure
I’d like it should you didn’t press my go to imbibe
Coercion is, in sum, an overly unhealthy vibe

Hum all you in point of fact intended, to modify the air within the room
Is it the summer season of your discontent, a son gentle, on fumes
Say true, shove delicate into that just right robust doom
goodbye, I row with Eliot, my whimpers move growth
Come now


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