222 i wish for you.
and sexy time too...
ready to be done with this.
not digging on the cold.
i am so, windblown.
feed me a taco, i'm hungry i think
look, i'm getting old
but my shirt is hand sewn
put it in a marquee
write it on the moon
these silly, silly ideals
come no minutes so soon
i miss high ceilings,
roommates, with feelings
the cats want more company
is it to soon to entertain these ideas
i must be making this up
i have to be
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