Now that I am back in the fray,
Feels like I was never away.
All a boy ever wants to do is play.
You stand on hallowed turf,
So do stay,
I'll teach you how to surf
And you'll tell me about all the ones you curve.
Nowhere else I'd rather be.
I solemnly decree,
That the world might be at an end.
But within these four walls,
Time slithers sluggishly
As my fingers troll your hour-glass figure.
The clutch of your teeth makes each second linger
As we use our molten passion as anti-venom
Till the fangs of death numb.
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THE IMPROMPTU MANIFEST.
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