I don’t understand the price, the sun and it’s energy, it’s clouding my mind, sapping the strength out of me, who knew this would happen, when I applied for the Night’s Watch, but it seemed like a nice job, a weaving spider, a marriage counselor, a matchmaker, I just paint what’s there, emotions, feelings, and the demons, lingering in the air, I draw out the lines, give them shape, look at them and recognize, they exist, but it’s limited, reality echoes, people grow hungry, they need food to survive, science and technology, doctors, and the lovely nurses, they all make up this life, these puzzle pieces, sometimes they squirm, and they grind, it doesn’t fit quite right, that’s when you get lube, and try anal, it’s not the same, but it still feels good, poetry, games and ambitions, they echo, a baby, what satisfies a life, a desire, a fire, do you want to try?

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