sensory
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Why don't you stand up,
And address the class, since you're so keen
On starting offhand conversations?
Austerity catapults into
My body was a vessel for the male ego,
An instrument of pleasure and of sexual gain,
Until a sensory angel came into my life
And turned sex into love again.
Follow me down to the willow trees,where we can sing and dance along with the bees;With our youthful hands in the air, set your spirit free.
Forever crow another one
Chips and chirps of unseen ones
The voices I once heard begin to fade
As the voices die down
Mother nature begins to speak
Her whispering soul flows through the trees
A perfect boat of gravy,A tender slice of lamb,Crispy green vegetables,Potatoes straight from the pan.
The leaves on the treesFall every autumnIf they can fallWhy can't I?
I'm drifting downwardsAway from youIf someone doesn't snatch meI'll be gone.
Bam, the door closes
Your toe is in between
Oww, oww, you yell and jump around while holding your leg
Sensory nerves from your toes
Shoots up your body to the brain
pain
feels like the air rushing out of your lungs
looks like someone trying to hold themselves together
tastes like bitter tears running down your cheeks into your gasping mouth
