Played Out Nintendo
This ain’t Nintendo
Stop trying to
blow out my different fragments
Stop trying to play me 64 different ways
I’m not Nintendo stop playing cartridge
Every lost, every gain is similar
Life is always about entering your next level of self
Don’t let love play
You still looking for Zelda ?
I’ll be your golden girl
Research climaxes with you as we research every orgasm prohibiting to stop until we travel into space
She like Saturn her rings are infinite
Wrap me up and make me feel like a cartridge
Blow me up and enter my every dimension
64 different ways, play me out like Nintendo
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