hyperbole under this name
theres too many names on my chain
sitting like relaxing as you walk about your day me leaving you
leaving me leaving you leaving me
we've gotten good at this game
fix it you do under the hood lifting shirts of
oil and wood we smell the sweat that wafts through your garage
parade of unawareness in your body of animalistic shames
they would likely say
its such a disgrace this game of intimacy we play
as humans all of us in one big bag of laundry
ready to be washed
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