please don't ever let me grow
cold and old and lonely.
darling, come to me
and we can be
just right.
i don't wanna make you feel
weird. but i think it'd be
cool to feel your arm
slink about my
body.
holding tightly to our dreamboats
yarely and tight and quick.
they're ready to sail.
come sail with me.
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