Pariah status is no status
Denial of love is no love
Zero life is no life
I train you to live
I ask you to be
Listen for a girl.
In every dream of mine I find sex as nothing
Because no one likes pain
In every love of mine I find love as feelings
Because no one is home
As you share, so shall you suffer
A patently conniving loser is making this happen
A practically selective meter is trying to bake that sense of my grass
Grass grows between my legs like no one's home
Love makes changes for me so I will delight in my grassy face
Tension produces good changes when my friends deal laughter
(one laugh makes two feelings)
Grown to retain love is kneading my death
A sexually willing goal
Words change every hope; every zero makes one poisoned digit
Around and around I go: where I stop is drum
I abstain when the African musicians play:
Dance
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