And when the booze wore off
I was just an alien in a foreign land
Waiting for end of drooly dreamscape
And cognitive distortion of millipedes
The forms they take along the way
Is the sum of all my insecurities
I thrive to be the one that paves
The road that leads to deadly heights
Doors are closed and seals are strong
Like our bonding, one day it will fall
We should know that mating is much
Scarier than stabbing a fellow frail.
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