an orphaned god drifts amgonst the fluffy clouds and screams to earless boys out loud,
yelling softly and vaguely proud.
but can it core a apple?, I would say .
precious plumber of the depth that rain can never find like pensioned boys you can not
rent , lease, or bye.
but can it core a apple?, I would say.
infected tears that he can cry like mine will only make me more divine yet never will I
know the face he sees entwined.
but can it core a apple?, I would say,
like to touch his goddess skin even though I hate the story, and if I kept an inventory
I could only count him Corey
but can it Corey ,like this Corey?
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