99-pirate

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can’t find my way on a Sunny day

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in the park like it’s afterdark

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in the mode of a day coll tay

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smoke loft bell rung,

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feeling soft like a debutante

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conCushion on my first run

my head is strung, my socks are long

swashbuckled up my entrejambs,

look swish buttoned up in nylon

button up lover zips off 
smoke rush bell rung

i can’t sit straight on a summer’s day

i’m eating bark at an after park

my head is wrong, my legs are long

mr birchtree fucks like a hipp-iieee

silkworms swimming in my pectoral muscles

crushed cumen in my cheese and my lipglossoms

much ado about the heat but i'm still loving it