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Pruning
The subtleties of anomolies Like a wedge splitting us in two Stinking cavities, such a phallus-sea It's why I resonate out of tune Mommy always said to play in traffic Nevermind the rest of those dirty little boys Down the street and their football games You could wrinkle your dress or something Mommy always dreamed of a little princess And prom queens and dance recitals So how her eyes bulged until they shattered When the hole finally closed and there I stood I pruned four bushes once Azalea, forsythia and trumpet vine I pruned four bushes once Rest assured that I'll be fine No me now Know me how? Mommy look at me I think you'll be proud Don't worry about my escaping life blood Your daydreams preferred pink to blue No need to daydream I ain't a boy no more I pruned four bushes once Azalea, fucshia, and trumpet vine I pruned four bushes once This will be number five
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