I was told an angel came
And bowled my game.
I pick noses from the sky.
Cold town
Drums and menstrual cycles.
I keep love to myself.
I've got no words, wait, more for you.
Electric depression.
Electric cock.
My art turns known.
Menstrual waltzes.
They lens-style me.
RC saw the light.
RC is always wrong.
That's the way I'll treat my love when it is answered.
Living rock, large order.
Large living rock order.
Chattering informer.
Slow focused answer.
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