I know it's easy to imagine but it's easier to just do
If you can't do what you imagine
Then
What is imagination to you?
Just a waste of space in your brain
To take the place of hate
Or things all the same
Tell me your secrets
The things that make you tick
I like when you talk
Because your voice is angel-esque
Aye
I want to kiss your space below your navel-ette the place that you keep neat
So moist like
Towlette...
Our minds and souls will connect.
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