I float above your line of sight 

evaporating as your heat rays pierce me 

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I waddle below your line of sight

in my cups of objectification i carry the juices of desensitisation 

and floating on top, my flowers of conciliation flourish

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Cold tears melt my big lips shut with words of fear

Alien Surely not my dear

But not quite human so we wont come near

Once a heart so open closes Venus throat trap

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I waddle below your line of sight

in my cups of objectification i carry the juices of desensitisation 

and floating on top, my flowers of conciliation flourish

 

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