[from: the Loss Lieder]
as in a galumph as troad in the winter
has to fill whole field
loll in the gag in the mind set to spell out
here slink to a
whole near then
unique placement or place mat
slowly interest
disturb
the they the spy
you imagine, Northern
rocks in fields
to shell out and then
i see it’s an apple a day
keeps flow of
then awry
do ya think this, mittens to
the cold coast
yeah i’m in a slew of
there you can
then resemble
or/and
re-assemble
i have all those votes
captived in a spinner
it’s called, here we are in
the your, in the yearning
a mild then
trying to tap out the rev a Lee
whore
moans geyser that way
when you (as an
i manage
your you-ness
a credit scribbled to fever in the forms
i’d stay w agree if i
were me
but then
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