skinny boy, all bones no lies. you're so miserable in the mornings, will you will wait up for me? it's sordid & I can't find my feet & you’ve got lips I could spend a day with. skinny boy, some where some prostitution. some devour some doubt some dance. they're coming with swords through the backdoor, & there you are on the fence, with those lips I
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