Speaking of my elocution you’d own the top droplet. And several obedient words… Come a little closer, my broken candle. Let me be your BURNING contralto you shouldn’t have told me there was fire in my voice because now I see in Roman candles And I can’t promise you, no, I promise you I will be happier– skinny as anorexia’s right arm I just have to get over Plateau number three maybe if I bump it up to 6.6 miles maybe if I talked to Satan more maybe maybe Maybe.

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