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Stuart Munro

Works I May Like

Works I may like
In Daylight or Twilight
Or under the Sun
Or At three o clock at night
 
Your there controlling my eyeballs
Like an intimidating optician
My brain is being controlled
By SomeBody’s vision
 
Words I may like
Grouped in cleverness
I’m positioned for admiration
Even if they get on my tits

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