You get nuggets of lyrical science such as:
What specifically about me made you choose to occupy the most absent stage of beauty, so innocuous, so complete and so sweet?
Maybe I should have sworn not to be born of this wretched glove too soon. But a dragon needs room to run.
Jennifer, your halter top: a consecrated altarBut I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there one too many times
What fun.
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