i passed a black bear
and the beast galloped
away, from little old me.
there's a little rooftop
somewhere in cuba, i can't remember
but would like to return to.
dowtown habana,
something like 50 degrees.
how do they fuck?

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Melancholia
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i passed a black bear
and the beast galloped
away, from little old me.
there's a little rooftop
somewhere in cuba, i can't remember
but would like to return to.
dowtown habana,
something like 50 degrees.
how do they fuck?