Nothing is outside but the spend .
Every vulva promises an undisturbing grave
Come rest here it pleads, come
then chains your mind, forgets you, who and freedom
It's such a gash what every gaze fathom
And what dirty linen could be so torn
And in that swaddle do I keep my ethereal mind.
We stictch by the mold and the damp
And hurry along to a safe and dry
Before it comes undone incomplete gone.
To the trees, shield me
To the trees heal me
Ich bin kaputt
Sex in houses in proximity to institute forget
Vibrating the signal to another's brain forget
Barbers and their clippers vibrating forget
Grown men seeking umbilical cords
As an adjunct to probity, forgiveness never met life.
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