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Reclination

2004

Without my fire the world is so cruel
But I can no longer have a rest
without my desire Im a fool
I count the days of my pallid chest
 
With cookies and ancient Hittites
You foist on me a quarrel
Molasses and masses collide
I chase the tail of a squirrel
 
Eat your excrements
jumping jack, I noticed you
Trembling voices and sacraments
let the chaos overwhelm you
 
Hot hands on cold feet
compromises, a new deadline
Im by myself, I toke and bleed
chills down the lumbar spine
 
You forbid me reclination
I wont stand that, my Sir
I am lost in conjugations
let me nestle to your fur

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