Breakfast of Beans

Clotted cream on my tongue when I break through sunrise maybe. A chain on your tire drags freshest lime. If the source of source is thickness, what I want from you is transparent. See how the mind’s method chances chase. Want Some. Broken waves at once confuse and caress a discontented gull. You spend so much time nursing a wound you won’t appear in public. If I were to spot you I’d swiftly perform. Breakfast of beans, jump start an honest...

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