Don Bad
Miscellaneous
Seireni
I don't want anything X 24
the border is a line drawn in water yeast with which the dough swells
reach as far as can handle
pays the debts of his stupidity
the limit is a wedge hit in the nerve
a file with which to cut the bars
to solve the formula of happiness
scale with which to weigh the blood
i don't hate anything X 6...just like you
hello my lecherous angel, lap like a word burning skull fireball
over the dark laws of anger and pain to the barren rhymes of flames ¤ searching
hello my siren, graceful demon, lap like a rhyming sun rain dance
over pleasure and lust looking for food for the rough poems of the dry forests
I don't want anything X 8
limit there is a white cloth in the war
a mine rake between the ears
the battle of norms and lust
the instinct to survive
the limit is a line tied to a hook
estrus that makes sense ¤ taxes
separates a man from a boy
grinds deep furrows on the road
I don't want anything X 6...like you
hello my lewd angel, embrace like word burning skull fireball
over the dim laws of anger and pain searching for flame to the barren rhymes
hello my siren graceful demon, lap like a rhyming sun rain dance
over the dry forests of pleasure and lust looking for food for rough poems
I don't hate anything X 16

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