Porn (audio only)
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Please tell me that I was a good child
And that I did everything right
And that the atmosphere was exactly certain
I want you to love me
In ways that you never have
So that I become a forgotten world
With rainbow sunrises over dark green trees
And the cooling of the day
Save your congratulations and your flowers
My baby is sunbathing on the moon
And with the eternal blue light she glows
In her clear house, with shutters
Save your kind regards, and visits
With doughnuts and kisses
Save your little nothings that amount to nothing
Save it save it
Purple green and christened blue
The flowers dug deep from hell
That you ring round my room
Another woman would have liked them anyway
Save your flowers and your missives
My skin is old and supple
But I am fair maiden only to my tiny vixen
The bee died upon entering the water
What happened to his honey no one knew
I left one fig and one kumquat
In each dish for the host
There were the yellow trunks of trees
The memory of Spain
There was the memory of being
The memory of love
Let the water take you in
So your neck is just a stalk, the head blooms
Let everything go away
You are a person
Be a person
Become a person again
The happiest he ever made me
The table in white