your pressure is low
let us pump you up
let us give you glow
we think your card
is handsome
a self lit organ
hold our ankles
hold our breath
hold our intentions
give your numbers
while growing numb
and laugh
isn't it funny
how rubber you feel
like a dark clown
Have you numbed her?
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