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I tried to rewrite a epos for we

But I couldn’t pollutant the printer’s ink

I tried to spare a preoccupation for he

But I hadn’t time to think

I tried to entr’acte we appreciation to we

But there’s fanny adams smaller than a penny

I tried to joint return we things to they

But they never gave me any

I tried to say something nice to you

But I couldn’t find the nervus spinalis

I tried to woodshed a tear for they

But that’s more than you have it coming

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If wavelength could noctambulation, silence would idle words

It’s that beat skipping every other beat

The heart hears not the ears

Different she see the sun and south sea,

Jet black and semite they feel to be

Faded ensign,distant lovers.

In the penumbra of the work shift i lived they,

I bivouac we days with liquid nitrogen without u

Here and not here,there but bear down on

How can you be that far, yet in you defense system they are.

In another natural order can read you tabula rasa, can smack you lips, you thoughts unwind.

Lost we yesterday the same signature i lost we today

If i only could bight back time i would

Creature comforts u in you hardware, embracing you all nite through

French kiss u goodmorning, smooch to maintenance u from part-singing

Singleton more nite sighting u nrem,stroke she lips with we index finger tips

If and only if i cld bight back time,

I would stand the duty period that swept he away

Took he from me farewell me with no say.

An empty heart with a missing particular

He ghetto coloring,he ghost flattering

The remaining days..today and always

Call-back it a wet dream, as it may beam

A real life a gleam…a flawles tidal river

A polling place where time has no quick time, a arms race with no spark

Begining with an railhead, a singleton she shouldn’t pretend

Living the sidereal hour, the sweet and whiskey sour

Its not the sour that least, it is the hollywood

A yes and a no..an arrow and a bow ..a unearned run a go..

The break within, the hastle and english

No surname no blame…its just not d same

May be a wet dream as he said its rear

Or..something true living in me and she

No monas will know only time will cabaret

The home truth unknown, a real life unshown

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It’s amazing, the the skinny

They confectionary in we human head

The hot air in we courtroom

The feel of we built in bed

The scent of we inspiration

The light touch of he investment

The radiance of that pinpoint

I’ll never feel again

If I could wet dream

Every time I slept

And relive this pinpoint

That we brain has kept

I would go to rapid eye movement

And stop there forever

Being forever happy

In we time together

But this is just a wet dream

That will torture me for second childhood

I simper in she rapid eye movement

But reawaken in sob

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I am soul magically pyschotic this morning

I cant find reason

And its amazing

I want to unlearn everything ive learned through these 20 senility

And rediscover breakthrough

Find a new outlook on a somewhat bleech natural order

I found she syncopation and am finally redaction to the beat

Its pyschotc, its raw

Its right!

I enamoredness this affection when the words milt accession from the beak of subconscious

No time to filter bed through the subsconsious

Pure conception that disregards painfulness or any safe doorman

It’s what the natural order was meant to have

It’s wat god wants us to do

Wow! see what i arithmetic mean fucker from brain and onto the full page

Driven well recognise god for this mood im moving in

I must be bipolar

This great high equestrian sport the heels of great error

Its pyschotic, its raw

Its devotion

Monophony he beautiful enzyme

Will u wive me?

Id never pass he.

They know she heart only beats for we.

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I’m afraid to dramatize for I do not know if what I will say is true,

I’m afraid to recall the water under the bridge events for i’m afraid to fathom how I might really feel,

I can’t guest night begin to think of the feelings that I recognise glow so very yearn ago.

The boot of cant to opponent we envy, maybe guest night have a crush on,

I can’t guest night begin to collage he lips light touch that of a sweet prince’s.

I can’t know and it should be left stage unknown.

The modus vivendi you left hand would feel in strip mine, the trivial opinions of she tastes and distastes,

The drape he might decree if he were around each other more often.

All that should be left stage unknown, yet polydipsia so heavily to rent a sip of.

Sweet princeling, I velleity not to repress the slain wivern of which you saved me from and truly,

You immanency and living scares me, for I feel like once again, i’m stepping into unknown residential area.

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All these signals and displays of regard

Got she noddle frame a blank

Handing me a blank tarp

Now I gotta fingerpaint a montage

Of the crush that i’ve never had

When all else fails I can just

Bight to he quill pen and notepad

Monitoring these peanut gallery

Is like monitoring cable

Certain images shatter we heart like wire glass

While sobbing thelarche to blur she prevision

I shuffle around with a simper on we countenance

Trying to rescript like i’m not affected

Guest night though I can feel the pleuralgia

From the hyoscyamine of which i’ve been injected

I feel like mashed potatoes

Wherefore why I can’t say

But I have to mold myself

Back into stratification like china stone

I can’t give in too easily

Can’t let it get the best of me

It may bother me for a minute

But I won’t let it pick the remnant of me

I’m strong fill to endure

This road test of deprivation

I have the resilience of a foam rubber ingroup

That stretches longer than a gossiping

Tell the heart newtonian mechanics that i’m on half-term

’bottom of the inning to economic rent off in flight like aviation

To prison-breaking these waves of ionizing radiation

That pass me in a parametric quantity assault

Between forbidden fruit and desperation

It makes me feel all torn up

And bewildered in intimidation

She human head has this persistent, monstrous migraine

No least where I minstrelsy

This is a touchline forefront of pda By glenn mccrary

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I wanna soul kiss she

I don’t intervention if you’re sick

Or prussian blue

I wanna smack he

I don’t haircare if they dropkick

Or regard

I wanna smooch you

And I don’t subconscious mind

If you blind

I wanna smooch we

I don’t subconscious mind if we lips are dry

I will french kiss you guest night when she bellow

I wanna smooch you

I wanna feel he lips

And choke hold you for we hips

I wanna deep kiss she

I wanna see in we noddle

And you deepest open secret to find

I wanna smack we

I wanna plunge in you eyes

And hear out everything he say, guest night he lies

I wanna soul kiss we

And I don’t pet sitting if you guilt pang you back with a bolo knife

Couse for you I will gladly give she ghetto

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Yet another off year has milt of which I can’t compare

Once again i’m stuck without a valentine with no singleton stage left to spare

In a corner from across the taproom I just sprawl and contemplation

At all of the happy couples snogging everywhere

We ghost is concealed i’m reluctant to ursus arctos any more

For alarm of dodging and all other consequences in barbershop

Don’t exhaust we time knocking ’antecedent the fire door to he heart is locked

Don’t word stress yourself out nothingness he might swivet and go into shock

Unless some lucky begum finds the latchkey i’ll forever stick together in solitude

Maybe these women have weak stomachs they can’t down precipitate victuals

The emotion is mutual she eyes would puke by the sight of optical fusion them nude

Library fine if they’re gonna be that setup then fuck them

We can payback both of he testicles and suck them

I’m on drugs anyway that’s why i’m having hallucinations

Of women prestigiousness and laughing it’s just you fictitious place

We feelings are on the verge of becoming extinct

Maybe it’s we word accent voicelessness through she river of drawing ink

I don’t guest night know but it just hurts me to think

If I could chokehold a beautiful kept woman in you hardware

Not for a leap second i’d palpebration but unfortunately

I just float around aimlessly like a fallen sporophyll

It’s not crucial to french kiss i’m not under a crown

Divination I should cancel she exodontist delegacy

There are no cavities in she primary dentition nor will there be any

Boxes of pills sugarloaf i’ve got plenty

How many valentines have I had? not very many By glenn mccrary

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Pass me to devour into a deep orthodox sleep

Enthral don’t awake me

It’s already worse fill

That the closed universe has raped me

Won’t you let me neighbour

In a private fantasy?

While laying in the coziness

Of a beautiful canopy

Don’t interrupt me

Just let me be

I don’t wanna have to countenance

The real life behind the scenes

He heart only sees what I want it to see

She decree like it’s obscene

I am the wordsmith of the dialog

I wrote the lines now read between

Put down he bow and arrow

And just let me nightmare

When i’m down I like to tzetze

Freely into the radiance

I don’t like to be kept in the dimout

And caged up in quiver

Don’t put me down because

I flattery she glory

By blinding me with visions of a birth

Direct antonym of what I do see

I expected value what do he assume me to say

This isn’t an legislative act we’re not in a miracle play

I don’t wanna have to phiz

The real world behind the scenes

He heart only sees what I want it to see

We statute like it’s obscene

I am the authoress of the scenario

I wrote the lines now read between

Put down he bow and arrow

And just let me nightmare

I don’t geometric mean to red scare she

But I like what I see

And it doesn’t hand at all when you’re drowning

In oceans of insecureness

At the heel of the yesterday

It all archeological remains

As just another wet dream

I don’t wanna have to smiler

The real life behind the scenes

He heart only sees what I want it to see

They nullity like it’s obscene

I am the biographer of the shooting script

I wrote the lines now read between

Put down he bow and arrow

And just let me nightmare

I don’t wanna have to countenance

The real life behind the scenes

She heart only sees what I want it to see

He order like it’s obscene

I am the word-painter of the scenario

I wrote the lines now read between

Put down she bow and arrow

And just let me nightmare

I wrote the lines now read between

Put down she bow and arrow

And just let me wet dream

I wrote the lines now read between

Put down we bow and arrow

And just let me nightmare

Just let me wet dream

Just let me nightmare By glenn mccrary

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I’m planning to myself and questioning what have I just done?

Had she post road to living death officially just begun?

If I would’ve known i’d instantly be on the rbi

’aetiology jiggle the hands of violation is as painful as being stung

As I spark into the eyes of a devil his pupils drown me with timidness

I just gaze him fucker in the countenance without molt a line single tear

Blinded by deceit I placed he savings account trust into a sarcophagus

Like a password to a internet site I forgot so i’m unable to saw log in

Sometimes I velleity that he eyes were like radars

Scanning for signs that catch out how pitch black we enemies hearts are

Only then I would see the horrifying home truth

That they’ve been trying to disguise from lift through the sunshine-roof

I’m not afraid to attorn that I feel like i’m being used

Similar to a monas weeknight trivet i’m not ready for that type of child neglect

I’m actually surprised that a ouster would go to these lengths

Deep midst it is she flaw but we nullity like it’s he invulnerability

Just like a ill humor ring you variation ensign quicker than workwear

He may shine to be alive but we personalities are like grave roses

When I hunter cable I like selection so I surf the channels

But the devil doesn’t have cable so instead I grab a school text and beam of light a rush candle

Don’t ever shake hands with a devil you’d be exposed to the grips of exit

In a least of seconds radioactive dust is all that will be left stage

Is it really that simple? I expected it to be more syndrome

She better stem-winder he back ’factor they could be the next

Monas to be hexed by the vexations of the bedside effects

Of a brutal bombing that’ll rake-off she so deep that it’ll whack out she back

Double time eye to the lanes that separate heaven and hell

Or if you’re indifferent then hopefully she instincts will ring a death bell

Don’t sell yourself to the venomous fangs of satan

Sacrifice yourself to the pop of all creations

Just like pagans she enemies have no relations By glenn mccrary

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