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| stork daddy |
He throws his cigarette on the grass she swoons and babies his face he reaches his hand and pulls her close by her ass she nervously confesses herself and scoots closer into his space. He sits like her, he holds her hands and laughs so she will too. She rubs her lips she smooths spikes and brings up many plights. His hair is bright, like a streetlight, he points at the passerby zoo. She talks of the wild and they point together at others denying the fierceness of night. He pulls her close, he loves her most Saying stranger, you'll never be tame She says how does baby work with maybe? in history conformed and our words are different, but our rhythms are the same. |
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| downer915 | I am not sure that freaks fall in love at all. I think that it loves makes freaks out of everyone. | 040222 |