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Just yesterday,
I was walking on the moon with your stalker.
And we talked about love and all the battles we'd won.
A permanent malaise prevented us from hiding our fortunes,
So we left them bare for all the natives to see.
One of two things we could've had but never did.
Slender is the finger,
Points towards the floor
Offers you an excuse to be on all fours.