alex, you are a good girl
(i talk to myself)
i would like to hold your parts
like balloons of flesh
and squeeze...
your mercury is very quick
my heart flips out
if I took it any further it would be disaster
the world is made of disasters
i am lonely
you are young
i have a new yellow sweater
these are all the necessary elements of our affair
(2008)
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