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Sunflowers
Sunflowers
Your eyes are hazy
I think I found
My favorite color
And I think about you
All the time
I don’t want to bother.
But she will only say
They are brown
That they are boring
But I just can’t stop
Looking into honey
Your eyes are October
They’re sunflowers.
Thursday 5th May 2022 1:30 am
nu clear reactive creative spivZ
CREATION AND EYE
DRANK A CELESTIAL BEAM SIZED TANK
OF A TERRESTIAL EFFEMINATE YARDIE GEHERALS
EPHEMERAL OVERPROOF RUM
AS WE MADE LOVE
TO THE BIGGA DE BEAT OF TONY ALLENS DRUMZ
WHILST A NIMBUS NATION OF ALIENS CELEBRATED
BY MASTERBATING OVER EPIPHANY PORN
HAND DRAWN AT DAWN
ON THE SHORELESS HORN OF AFREAKYA
A GOOGLEPLEX OF HOLE...
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