The tongue ? too dry:
it knots if I breathe.
an hour ago it was wine
now? infected white spirit.
And I curse the day, loving it at night.
Then we'll skin ourselves
But will I inject them? my blood.
I want it but? in the shop window.
My broken taste buds don't remember the dessert
And an ivy of ice cages
My tired brains.
But now I'm running out,
Serotonin u003d 0
Give me some more,
Please.
Give me some more.
I want it but? in the showcase.
She? mine.

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