You Hate Questions But Want To Deliver My Child.
To Know Me Is Not To Be Exiled.
The Fountain Of Trust Didn't Bother.
I Could Thrust Myself Upon But Rather I May.
It Might End Today, Might End In A Digit.
Might Trigger My Fingers To Foreplay.
It Could All End In Your Mouth.
It Might Trigger Going South All Winter.
Nose Froze And It's Cold Down There.
The Singular Can't Compare To You.
I Feel A Youth Movement Coming On.
You Ever Fucked Up The Dawn?
Flip. Yawn.
Christened.
Bambino.
Dough Eyed Fawn.
To Know Me Is Not To Be Exiled.
The Fountain Of Trust Didn't Bother.
I Could Thrust Myself Upon But Rather I May.
It Might End Today, Might End In A Digit.
Might Trigger My Fingers To Foreplay.
It Could All End In Your Mouth.
It Might Trigger Going South All Winter.
Nose Froze And It's Cold Down There.
The Singular Can't Compare To You.
I Feel A Youth Movement Coming On.
You Ever Fucked Up The Dawn?
Flip. Yawn.
Christened.
Bambino.
Dough Eyed Fawn.
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