Pieces of it

Peel back none, ripped garments, flung out on my invaded bed, - who let you in? i was humming to songs and melody, resting my eyes, i had parts to fill, but you lied, and then read some close words, enough to make me long, and enough to produces endless difficulty of intent, disappearing on whims and re-appearing well i try to drench out my thoughts, and escape the difficulty.


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i’d think it hard to speak in places of erotic intrude,
and be at present, at mind. Would you please, or yet still, out
and away with it.


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Please, Please, show some chips, this
is the bet’n table, roll up your dress, or
fuck off my bed.


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slips, are always, apparel, and you should leave me be; in
my home,
occupy, and preclude your own, part of loss. not around here; as it is said:
in These Parts.