We all wanted peace, my postal code, and the hole I hide in, echoes of second eternities, whispers, and the night, and this guy works for the winter, my CEO, praise be to thee, and long life to you, thane, fiddle the diddle, and whatever else, maybe my mom called, and the night called, he says, mostly dreams and porn, a woman’s second opinion of you,

  Where you’re aiming, and assumed consent, and whatever else fills a cup, a spider spinning her thread,

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  First say hello, and maybe that line is here somewhere,

  Generation alpha, and your mom, the line and where I’m aiming, and when second eternities echo,

  Strings pull and he did the work, maybe it was too easy, at this setting, and maybe the West extends, and maybe I was a poet, did we beat the allegations, that line was around here somewhere, and opportunity,

  Maybe your mom also called,

  The hole I'm aiming for,

  I’m mostly listening to the echoes,

  You know, I’ve never been naked under the stars…