smart too, part two: argue over half truths,
heart spews starch brews: can't puke. shan't move.
-- piss bags, improvise, shit's sad, synchronize; shit's had in that time
i miss dad, a little line (introspect),
you kissed a man at a kissogram, that shit a crime? (think so, yes)
a mishap, the fickle type to kick curbs home.
i don't know any big words though. except 'highfalutin verbiage'
i'm a high & prudent virgin,
never actually tried to prove that verdict,
the apple of my eye's a useless serving.
did not happen to like that use of wording.
dessert looks a lot like desert... perfect.
black sands,
backhands from black mans -- heard it. pimpin'.
not sure what i thought, certain that i'm thinkin'
therefore i exist, existential etch a sketching pencil.
mental.
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