My face is a melted clock.
I'm speaking in Cantonese parables.
Kites taunt me in stomped blueberry sky.
Oh fuck. I am stuck in blackberry traffic jam.
Honey baby kitty cat I could kiss your face off.
Darling hot coal crawling lust lamb I like your style.
I should sleep now, keep my anxiety in the cream jar.
The ache is delicious dark chocolate at this second.
Quick. The key will change into bone if you don't turn it.
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