Saturday, March 19


Letters are coming
out of my mouth
Under the violent beam of light
I put my hands all over
I feel naked
I cry, "No!"
And the letters coming
out of my mouth
wouldn't spell it
I blow the letters to the wind
as far as I can
I still feel naked
The light is too bright
Grins are all over
Courtesy of you
I can hear laughs
I feel naked.
P-L-E-A-S-E S-T-O--
I am naked.

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