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{wild flowers} john dorsey as a kid i remember suicide grew up by the side of our house like wild flowers amongst other things she claimed to be the imaginary best friend of god though she said heaven was just his way of over compensating for having a small dick how could i argue with that? she said there was a fine art to creation never fuck your muse too hard you can look but don't touch she was smitten with my heart's shadow i didn't know what to tell her my heart had a vasectomy at a very young age it saw the kinda shit that you just don't want to give a name to our love was the stuff of original sin not some starving artist song and dance number though it was pop somehow it wasn't meant to be reproduced i had a feeling that someday in the right market it would be worth dying for |
