20 Jun 2014, 10:52am
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Soft claws for all my friends

Irony waistcoat jumanji shepherd
Joseph my brother
The famous like you
Maybe you will die from a pipe bomb
Next Saturday
I’m running after you a lot
The girls all said you would be president
And they miss you terribly

It is hot
At the spa I get oil treatments in my hair and
Dip my hands in paraffin

I am thinking of your sister’s
hands in mine, her
Pretty feet in my lap
I love her toes my fingers oh god
my soapy hand over her arches
Touch her soft wrist circle it
Make a C hold it up to my eye

There you go
Joseph
You can die now

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