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I never meant to cause you sorrow,
I never meant to cause you pain,
so I wrote this song and called it Purple Rain.

Livid lyric vapid acid
at least its not arid
frigid turgid terrain
in the desert or on the plane
the man who licks her lower lip
and at the edges is all pain
and stains on slip
the crooked stocking line
and the nipple ring
men bite as jelly-tots
boys and toys and model Ford T cars….and spots
the incredible hulk
all bulk
and no bulge
is where the gym boys are all ghosts
of clouds without their linings
no relation to nose size
index finger measures
Marie biscuit shots
that stuck to the pallet
when swallowed still hot.

So, pull on your briefs
unbutton the fly me
to the moon
on the street a lover find
straight behind
and queer inside.

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