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aya sinclair
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so there i was
hand up my shnoz
lickin stickin pickin
just a couple bits and bobs
i've snuck round the come up and i can flummox lamotrigine
it's a gauze that i can rip as i roar: I GIP UP MORE AND MORE
is that a symptom of the e? should call it HRP, cuz Her Really be Pissin
stability was missing
but then found you
and down hear we can brew that post nuclear family fission
i came back just to listen for the pops
warning signs from out the fog and i'm inclined to bolt
i drive a wedge, lean off the ledge
a sibylline revolt
abseil away another day supine inside the bag
the sodden rag the modern fag
come watch me as i molt
i'm losing hair just sucking air
there stuck clucking for a fucking
more cushion for the pushin, less passion by admission
gimme something to grasp and i could gasp in your ear
pull me close
the last thing that i fear
and so i sit here, with nothing to do, and nowhere to be
HES A FUCKING NAVEL GAZER - a single issue voter!
stuck on the way the hems graze the boots on untailored suits
oh so simple oh so serendipity oh!
everything just lined up for him
he'll take three or four more unshaved knees if they're going free
the calf isn't by half toned and it came to him in a dream
the ankles of the ratboy can't support above the kneee
coasting on the cheekbones don't watch the acne
see why no one could touch me?
ego as a crutch bleed out the word ATROPHY carved
the antlers - hospice
we were both there, contiguous!
i cross the border and i shake him off my back
warning signs from out the fog and he's inclined to bolt
he drove a wedge, lent off the ledge
a simpletons revolt
abseil another day supine inside the bag
the sodden rag the modern fag
come watch him from the coast
we're losing air removing hair
there stuck lasers in our gaze
more gays around the ways these days but OKAY
gimme something to grasp, a little gasp in your ear
pull me close
the last thing that i fear
Written by: aya sinclair
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