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To fit the spot where the wall crumbles.
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In your hair. In your eyes. It gets on.
Because even in your eyes it gets on.
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That rambling word salad they might have.
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Places all over the world they are there.
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ther righter than the Nazis that they punch.
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Unwanted caressing of my new love.
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Love in a rush to make it into Heaven.
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Is this problem surmised. Is as a God
Of love. Love of a beautiful woman.
Love to spot a beautiful woman. Love
On her means. On her fire door. On her
Attempting knowledge. On her beer people
You wanna know. On her Saturday vote.
On her ceiling of black shame. On her meat.
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And the adaptations cause directed
Our love, ourselves. We love town punch. We are
Blue Bic, your black butler with years of
Audience while all unknowable.
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They the third with you my logical words.
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Lights abutting a busy street pocket.