itchin' like this pantyhose thin and taunt on my thick girl thighs
cause my mouth can only say this once maybe twice before it's tired.
We are not condemned in bubbles of time and space as we spark
forward or backward, whichever we choose, to a better world to come
in a better world to come, hand in hand, little atoms in the bustle of life.
It's just all this living that gets in life's way and your billowing breath
blunt teeth and words, we will grasp and nurse every minute of it
under lit advertisements, with our feeble fetus hands and wobbly hearts.
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