They don't know what you said,
Your dirty little words burn thighs
And break silly girls hearts,
Gonna wallow and swallow pride,
Hold my tongue (unlike you) -
Go forth and aphorize, lies
All lies; It's too fast, see,
I know you young man.
See you in the pit, old friend;
I'll wait for you there.
Sorry. I'm tired. And in Limbo.
I'm apologising to the world, though.
Not to you.
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