I want to show at your place with a dozen bakers dozen of chocolate covered no éclairs bavarian creamed when I heard your bark yeah spitfire and squirt mothers favorite drink. All the brown boys with smiles then their own fists in their mouths thank god it got the better end of the teeth. you know who she belongs to nobody is really quite scared of the ghosts that linger long behind the eyes eggs and elephants and all I wanted was a lifesized doll wicked whimpers in the night I long to hear you when you separate for a moment from that body when the gun goes click and the white streams brilliant over my tongue and between the aged gaps in my teeth then a liquid kiss.
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