i'm disarming i know. i was never armed, and i plucked my chest and my skin's blue. |
she likes men. she fluffs up when you smooch. |
my life and welcome to it. |
i like the head dress, but it's a bit showy, i like you with your feathers smoothed down and your eyes soft. |
that's my honey bun. don't touch her. |
dude, are you high? you just touched her in your mind, you think i don't know? |
at a certain point, the point of no return, which is only a point in reflection, it does not come back, you just go on. |
recognition. |
it's a ride around the park. |
the mirror of my animal. |
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