I’m just tryna be a frog in a bog, ykno?

spring mode was activated upon thinking this

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She my morphine
always morphin'

Swimmin' through my mind
like a 

dorphin

Credit to clurvo

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An ode to all the stars light pollution stole from us

if you don’t get it don’t even ask

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she'll tickle my belly
    til i kiss her ribsssss
cant really say
    if we'll ever have kidssss

scramble those eggs 
    in the morning light
tinker all day?
    you know i just mightttt

hold my hand
    if it won't bother youuuu
drop yer bags
    let's get outa schooool


but she'll say
    yes she'll sayyyy
I'm a big city girl
    you're a little city fooool

clurvo struck again - complete with chords, one day

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ergo.. you are dum dum

try to come back from this dig

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We wrote a fiction wrapped in truth — but only as long as we kept the ink fresh. It breathed and fluttered between us, stopping the last time we touched

I wrote this when I thought they were going to discontinue the Costco hotdogs

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What did we need the sun for? I kissed your shoulders, you brought beads to my brow, the world knew to revolve around.

When the Costco dog rumors were shot down and I realized tabloids wield a heavier sword than they can carry.