i l ove the fact how sometimes i can sit down and just blast out random shit. sometimes it may still have a particular meaning behind it (as in the piece immediately after this) but might come across as awful vague and - sometimes - might deliver an unintended, incorrect message. while i fear this may be the case with said poem (the first two are completely fucking random), i feel bad going back and
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g
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t h i n g s
for it might
detract
from the original tight, warm, protective and subtle sexual grasp
it has
on the original moment

alas. stay cool and have a cold one for me tonight, reader! or else.