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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