A slight tingle of the love I hear from your pain.
A breeze on the level of the wound I give into the pleasures of this loving rain does reign.
Oh sweet wax,
Oh my loving lobes,
caress my tinutis. . .
as a leaf to leave that branch that withers in and out that noise.
Was it left to right,
right to left,
a decible of screams;
while my mouth loves this rocky road freezes my right temporal.
Please let me adore your non sense as I,
change your channel.
Please let me admire your garbage mouth,
the yelling can remain silent as my love of an old
tune never stops being off balanced.
As your eyes rage and enflamed,
I want to shut your hand and tell you.
"love me as I leave,
and I wont close the door,
if you like go ahead;
scream,
yell,
shout,
Thank you,
I loved you.
Goodbye."
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