See even I can hit.
This night. With no limits.
Your pigment.
That's tipsy.
Take a trip.
Just don't flip.
My lips.
Mind so icky.
Tricky state.
Take it to another limit.
Don't be timid.
Its midnight.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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