the deep blue sky on the window pane with eyes looking at it all. so tame. tired bones with tired skin. she must be wearing out cuase she looks so thin.the chirping of your little bird mouth is so loudly heard,a kind of pleasant cacophony.chirp-chirp-chirping.the smelly air is so full of your sex-and your sex is so smelly.and i wonder what she had for breakfast or what he's thinking when he's chirping. and i wonder if. if-if when i think of you like this do you think of me like that. oh it all keeps comming-and then it keeps goeing.and the girl never stops, you know? i never stop.and sometimes i just want to hide in their pockets,or in your hair, or his mouth, or her curves.but hey? the world is still glued together and your eyes are still speaking to me.

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