convalescence
I still remember the fruity toothpaste
entire smiled me a frog pointed at
and kiss the lips - a platypus
daddy I'm big
I am professional young you have me confused
grew silver lining to the neck up
turned the bet on the horizon
then the knife deep into the wound
the crocodile tears
and it seemed the evening and there was
and it fell and I broke out
me is bad, lying on the shore in the rush I'm beat up this boy
anyone
sets slowly the stockholm fever
with boredom and melancholy as Wermuth
is melancholy bitter
and I throw the neck hair to the horizon
I am professional youth
you're young, my child, your child is a child
I can remember Satisfaction
have appetite for meat
crosses and I finally want to fuck again like I dance
naja is still a long way I think but not bad for the moment. dance is the best therapy
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