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I rode her back As a real man would. A stallion can feel their rider  Lift their feet and fall into their back.   I could feel her  bossom but only that as her Hoofs crashed against 
There's a moth in my bed That came in through the window  Helanded on my flat foot The top to be exact He knew of his shape. Impressions of his shape of beauty Was implanted inside my head.
Just to get this out of the way I would be dead in any other country Because of the lies i spread. But please realize this; That the lies in america  Are too grandous in count
I used to sleep with Gum in my mouth It could actually kill Instead of keep you clean   But to clense myself I Was baptized Until I felt drowned.   Now I sleep with a toothpick
"So I Blew a Dandilion" "Where?" "Where the flowers of wishes grow." "Yet all that were there were insects working together" He said to himself. "Crawling to remove the sunflowers' saps
Do you believe the inanimate only become alive when others Command their attention? Or do they stay compositional, exploring the vastness of their  plastic beaned or cotton filled 
I Watched the moon around the house Yet I knew its eyes couldn't scrutinize so Why Watch?   I watched the sun around the room glide freely as the clouds that surfaced Before my face
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