Begin message from L. Subject, what would be up
should the talk to who, to let?
Let me always be embarrassed, calling you back
to look at the boys, the who, the I, the guy.
I thought I was retouched like a billboard or kink,
but you crossed the line into bearded disappearance.
You know that I would serve the club, mortal or corrupt.
Date, May 29th, 10:54:02 PM, to S.
Some big clothing, headlights breathing down
my neck, some really big sale.
What would be up with you?
Let me always be embarrassed.
Look at me, the one, the who, the I, the guy.
I thought you were retouched to settle the beard.
What would be up with you should the talk
to let, to who, to always be embarrassed, calling you back,
look at you, the boys, the who, the I, the guy,
retouched like a billboard or some kink?
You cross the line into bearded disappearance.
You know that I would serve the club, mortal and corrupt.
Headlights, the brand.
I'm embarrassed to let you see I bought out
the shirt department.
The bow, then the trippy dress, grinning, then the shoulders,
stoop, then the weight.
Look at me.
Headlights breathing down my neck,
some big clothing, some real big sacks come on sale.
Let me always be embarrassed.
Look at me, the who, the I, the guy.
I thought you were retouched to settle the beard.
We sit outside the mortal corridor.
What you and the boys, the who, and the guy,
the one big dick in the room who disappeared.
My crinoline, my one finery, the one shoulder, the one creature,
embarrassed, bearded, crumbs.
The baby, feuds of hay.
I'm here, the guy, the headlight breath.
Hey, I'm fixing to cross.
Thank you.
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