garden love
.
in mine torso's
limbs
'long with mine
robot's
grip
az the tin man
left out
in thuh purty rain
ourn lips each
to their other
found stuck
wantonly
we were wedged
ourn lips
there wuz no patience
for
adorable werdz
just whirs
lots uv
please
and
and sexy
sibilating
'bout the wet
"edvard hear her"
can ya
'twuz lisp
hern
whilst
mine rust
twixt firm
hern
churned
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