get down, i am a womany bin
a storm across a moron
shaky across a sky
would you would
u not last
an honest time of destruction
would your world breakdown ho oh
your space how how
how one is rolled
my name is his name
the dinosaur planet
operational
my husband is pregnant and unusual
like u i have holes in daylight
the phone makes coffee
my womany needs a
morning breakdown
a sky across a memorandum
the sky cares to research
would u care to caress
we asked myself
a star does not cross me
in the morning i am hiding dinosaurs
and how how they misbehave
how i mode sleep like a lady
my husband makes coffee because
the world is polite for a million years
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