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• My End, My Sun

I was a comma between your pink legs

the prescience of sage

is coming up from the pains

taste a strawberry, then spit out bread

depression is great

is the black tongue into the earth

lullaby has lulled everything

now is already dead

strong bad envy screams are thinking

my brain’s bleeding flair

that’s real…I called you bitch

that’s real…love’s like a gig

the surprise is this black street-heart heart has a poor shape

when stupids catch a buck

when a leader shows his grub…

foulness is like a cancer

a storm of empty bowel

I scream the earth has you while…

while I can fly

I said every step needs something

There was a female letting us have sex

there is not the way

it’s the time to squash her gleaming eyes

squash her burning fag then cuddle her lies

clap my pregnant hands show is the end of her namby-pamby life

I said every step needs something snagged girl,

give me the paper

Nag of a horse, taste my bile

Cross of my mind…you’ve got fog in your bowed brain

I love your adopted show…

Thank you so much my girl

And art and art…my chorus, my end, my sun

Girl feel the pleasure

Time is a pitfall I’m calming down

my moan grab your occasion

Applause for your f. show!

I was a comma between your pink legs

the prescience of sage

is coming up from the pains

taste a strawberry, then spit out bread

depression is great

is the black tongue into the earth

lullaby has lulled everything

now is already dead

strong bad envy screams are thinking

my brain’s bleeding flair

that’s real…I called you bitch

that’s real…love’s like a gig

the surprise is this black street-heart heart has a poor shape

when stupids catch a buck

when a leader shows his grub…

foulness is like a cancer

a storm of empty bowel

I scream the earth has you while…

while I can fly

I said every step needs something

There was a female letting us have sex

there is not the way

it’s the time to squash her gleaming eyes

squash her burning fag then cuddle her lies

clap my pregnant hands show is the end of her namby-pamby life

I said every step needs something snagged girl,

give me the paper

Nag of a horse, taste my bile

Cross of my mind…you’ve got fog in your bowed brain

I love your adopted show…

Thank you so much my girl

And art and art…my chorus, my end, my sun

Girl feel the pleasure

Time is a pitfall I’m calming down

my moan grab your occasion

Applause for your f. show!

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