Spaghetti, circle, circle, round, circle.

It goes and she goes walk right up and round, round pendulum swinging.

And it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

White, strike one, two, and me, you're out.

Ego wherever she goes, you go she goes.

Go and pass the clouds through the rip in the sky, so I,

Brown and orange, orange is loose and warm and ripples like juice.

Cools you, aids you.

Whisper in my ear, whisper in your secrets, make me warm in my senses tingle.

That first night when I saw your skin gleaming and your eyes were beaming.

Whisper me okays and loves and happinesses, whisper me the plural of love, durable love, spacious, contagious.

As if I'm locked in a basement filled with water, that last bit of air is eating me from the inside out.

Take it away from me, see, see, see, don't laugh at me.

A human trying, trying to long and hold and close in, in and in, inside of you pouring in.

Straight light, light covered from the fog in the night night.

It's like an egg atop a crown, it fell down and cracked and bent out of shape and began to create.

Something small, crawling, yawning and falling.

I growl at it, faint hearted fool, I growl at you.

Let me out of this pool.

My distaste, like rotten toothpaste, in my mouth yelling out behind my lungs.

No air can get there, there is far away from here, from you to me.

Bounce, bounce, bounce the ball off the wall, beating my head against a wall that's far ticked all.

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