Goose bumps how they the hairs that seem to rise.
Blooming Looking mons and buds that grow.
Looking through your window and it shows.
Little-known are some as
and they watch the face you have.
Heaving out of breath, he watches you.
The only thing that you can never have.
All have bodied to and you will know.
Strangelove, strangers look inside, your soul.
Green wide open red, his creepy eye's.
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