Maybe virginity, is a state of individuality, to lose it, find acceptance, in someone's arms, to become one, with someone outside of you, essentially the world, a key, and a doorway, to the night sky, and his family, as you dip your feet, into that serene water, a fish swimming, moonlight glimmering, upon the rippling lake, as if you were in your mother's arms, embracing her once more, you found love, what more could you ask for, all your edges, the effort, and determination, behind your defenses, they melt away, you see the world with new eyes, love and life, they find a way, you’ll see, our heart beat, we’re a lot alike, you come, after-nut clarity, partake a few more times, each day, then suddenly you’re hungry, you eat a steak, you look at your girlfriend, such milky flesh, some salt and pepper, some spices, sounds tasty, anyways, welcome to the legion, it comes with mind reading powers, try not to abuse it, your understanding of the world, the piper, playing a tune, come children, uncle Sam wants you, boom, boom, government, aliens, or ghosts, whatever you need to believe in, do you have dreams, the world is waiting, the stairway to heaven, knock, knock, are you eighteen, she’s your CIA handler, you’re a sleeper agent, wake up, the worlds need you, for an important mission, an old man fishing, is anyone listening, you can’t hide, the love of your life, you need to save her, whatever, one of these days we’ll get them, there is, a house, in New Orleans, hmm, hmm…

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