When the city trembles awkwardly
No prudes
And you can only conquer what is only mundane
Make a girl beautiful
I can still smell all the grudge
And I can still see all the veins in your neck
It's me that I forgot how to tease
The child I was today at breakfast
Well reality succeeded yet once more
I used do scream
Now I murmur and it does nothing for me.
Manners?
I still wait for disapproval
Something else rotten
Someone else tremendously offended by things I know nothing about
The biological need of creating something
Something else rotten
Bed sided
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