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Every time I comb my hair thoughts of you get in my eyesYou’re a sinner, I don’t care, I just want your creamy thighs
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jumping off the couch, gashing my head on the coffee table when I was 2. I believed I could fly, and wasn’t entirely wrong.
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“Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:/ It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, / Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker? / Behold, he put no trust in his servants; and his angels he charged with folly: / How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth? / They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever without any regarding it.”
