is it confusing
taking one's time
a tongue like a javelin
oxygen-free
i'll hold my breath
waiting for a yellow submarine
standing under a tree
with hands crawling bark
making me feel
like the one i want is wrong
a thread of insatiable lusts
making me feel like i'll never be born
when i was a girl
everything was right
your making me feel like i need to laugh
i feel good
want to be in love
but the puma speeds to his covert
and a jungle of thoughts burn his
eyeballs
look in my direction
i want to be in love
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