and mister curiosity, give me strength. to touch your soul. love your love. feel your pulse. move your rhyme and tap your dance.
and taste your tear, when it glistens in the moon. like when you left those drops behind on the blades. crystal green. like dangling emeralds on little breasts. and my fingers would wriggle all over mosaic. in a monotonic tingle. clasped to your fists. i wouldn't let go.
you hopeless story teller. give me your yarn. and i will spin the wheel.
and taste your tear, when it glistens in the moon. like when you left those drops behind on the blades. crystal green. like dangling emeralds on little breasts. and my fingers would wriggle all over mosaic. in a monotonic tingle. clasped to your fists. i wouldn't let go.
you hopeless story teller. give me your yarn. and i will spin the wheel.
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