I cant remember what her names is
But its got a suicide attached to it
LIke a toaster toter came in
And dropped the bread burner
Where I bathe in.
These girls were cut from molds
LIke steel from a lathe is.
So unique, yet, so contagious,
Whether clothed or naked,
There so courageous
To get judged for displaying
Their most intimate places
I feel...
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