7 mar 2010

How neatly spread his claws,

If this were real
Would you be nicer_
Would you be more real_
Would you be unreal_
Would you be you-
Won’t you change.
Don’t change
Stay around
Wouldn’t I be lost,
If you just
sinkchantstayhaterunjumpcutcutcutthriceoverhumpdelightcuteverawholedealtocomebeforethat
Just be not you
For I not know how not being me
I can’t stop being me
For your breath on me is quite real
-cut the head- said the queen- off with her head -
Reddish reddish queen she is
And come around already,
Slippery shoes, now
It is and no other time shall exist
For I real am, as I’ll be historically ever

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