Together alone we’re always exploding bombs.
I’ll keep licking and licking till your flavor is gone.
You shape to mold like the ultimate fools gold,
Play the game, play the hand until we fold.
Automatic shaking then awaking the throne.
A tablespoon of feather tickles me to the bone.
Just come on over.
Come over with me.
Just come on over.
Come on over with me.
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I'll sleep when I'm dead, until then, I'll be writing here.
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