Oh, My Lovely Navel
I'm too tired to write, and who the hell cares, anyway? Huh? Grrr! You're not the boss of me! Oooh, that felt just great!
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...you are the center of the universe, the source of all my being, a reflective pool for tiny minds, repository of pink lint, and a wrinkled smile when I try to look inside you.
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