.I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold
Better get a grip on myself I'm told
I've grown bitterly, shamelessly
Indescribably cold
I dove well into my cups
And wrote you a note full of wonderful smut
The things I'd do to you for us will be
Heavenly, angel, heav.
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