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Wind water rocks
Jaw wired shut
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Topless with a strange man Smut Head between my knees Better than mace I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about Scream out the wrong name go all to pieces.
Wow. This is awesome. I’d love to know more about how this poem came about.
Chris, Guess what?! The seed started in the workshop we had with RGH. Words lifted from my random piece of writing, which was a script from The Golden Girls.