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But I am impervious ! speaking as a pervert bend the bleary evening baby bend the wires up so they curve the warmth run out and walk quickly away quickly? ok , I understand the pretty shapes when the line opens I see a pretty house looming never approaches , horizon pulls back and back averseness to real tonguing is not a virtue the discarded floss which spends the day on the clean tiles exists to suspend the motion of your discarding a useful mouth-thing , that’s precious today read a slim volume in the bending shadow and feel full of insecurity , of blending , of of the arc is produced by production be confident in your motion and you will never falter not even when you do unflailing is the name of the game behoove yourself and become successful catcher sweet with desire , girl of material , bounce meaningfully I mean but I am impervious ! speaking as a pervert get up late and spend the day well on nothing contrabank quickly the liveliness of incompetence . hassled stars irradiate  my worth in the early hours  it’s beautiful to rest as an escaped ball in the mist . where did you roll to once you quit bounce-arcing  I don’t know anything about tennis I’m a poet usually even though I pretend to resent it gleam gleam gleam gleam did u hear me? I said gleam gleam gleam gleam :) I’m tired now under the pouting limp-ression of timewasted blandeur (oui ahaha) under the singing eyes that peak well and charmingly over me sound volleys the night over me the night twitches and backs up spooked pony sky handsome and too aware and gosh ! I think, lying there pointlessly how close I came today! how close I came today! how close I came to—