Oh these fickle ideas of mine, it's good to feel comfortable again.
I like where this is headed, things haven't felt so right for some time now.
I will not mess this up. I am going to work, hard. I'm perfectly content with this dream. I'm now a smiler.
Come lick my soul with that sharp tongue of yours. Run your petal across my ear, slowly. Put me in your empty, hateful, wonderous hole.
I'm flying solo, let me know where to go.
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