Sunken in blackness
Roses are red and violets are blue, but if Roses are red aren't blood cells too? Sometimes I think about this when I poo. Although my love for electricity is profound, I like to think that I'm a compound. Round and round the caramel swirls I go, but all I hear is no.
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