Simmer down... lyrical ballad
Simmer down Holdeth hands Merry go 'round nursery rhyms Didnt mean to do it Lost track of tine In the mere ignorance Of how hard it is to raise a kid to have moralled values While i sit here wondering where the twin light fae speaketh my name. but no love comes from the thrall. And peckish situation makes art come to life In my garter belt i shrink the situation. Untill it all evolves,,; until the punctuation fills my breathes and dreamers disease flood my gasm mind

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