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| Swim with me, through the coolness of the afternoon. wet wet wet and dripping on the kitchen floor the photographs on the wall laugh. . . mock you. wet wet wet and shivering in the cold, cold kitchen of hell. pretty. . . oh so pretty with eyes lined in blue; silver sparkles in your ears. there are little demons in the kitchen; to smile wickedly as they poke at you with sharpened sticks. yu can bleed and play late into the night. . . but you will always remain wet wet wet and glistening in my eyes. |
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