I cannot jump rope off these ropes

This way

Anymore

Blood suffering

Dolls introduce to more beauties

Dust to side chicks

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I forget the words 

The ones which make it right

Medallion

Was one

I want to say Life of Brain Hole

Another

I gather a small army

A line, this time, frequented by so many

In so many and too many

I tell Honey, die as you must

I respect their life’s limitations

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When the body is no good

When the words not even

As we love ourselves

As we kiss ourselves

Fuck ourselves

What is the mind’s eye if not a hippie tool

And if God Hates Hippies 

She must hate us most of all for the permission

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