I want to play with words that want to play with me, ring around the rosie. I want to dissect this dyslexicon to find its inner-mechanics; those driving it, the words beneath the words; those that keep us coming back for more of the same, even while ecstasy, herself, has yet to be lain. If I can't have none, she can't either. I want to never hear
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