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we speak in the store im a sensitive bore and youre marketly more and im oozing surprise. but its late in the day and youre well on your way what was golden went gray and im suddenly shy. and the gathering floozies afford to be choosy and all sneezing darkly in the dimming divide. i have read the right books to interpret your looks you were knocking me down with the palm of your eye. this was unlike the story it was written to be i was riding its back when it used to ride me. we were galloping manic to the mouth of the source we were swallowing panic in the face of its force. u was blue and unwell, made me bolt like a horse. now its dont. watch it go. youve changed some. water run from the snow. am i so dear? do i run rare? youve changed some: peach, plum, pear.