Clotted cream on my tongue when I break through sunrise maybe.

A chain on your tire drags freshest lime. If the source

of source is thickness, what I want from you is transparent.

See how the mind’s method chances chase. Want Some.

Broken waves at once confuse and caress a discontented gull.

You spend so much time nursing a wound you won’t appear

in public. If I were to spot you I’d swiftly perform.

Breakfast of beans, jump start an honest heat.

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