Leonard Cohen's Cuntomatic

And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and ...


Chloe murmured. "I have been working hard at it all night. It's my warmth"

And then taking from his wallet

"It is time redistribute the warmth," I say.

an old schedule of trains, he'll say

"No!" she said. "The warmth is trickle down."

I told you when I came I was a stranger

"The warmth is concentrate in the breasts of minority
tiny and is reach crisis point."

I told you when I came I was a stranger.

"No," Chloe soon said. "The warmth defines who
Possesses it. It is the warmth which oppresses, seeping
from point to point, not the wielder of the warmth."

And you say ok the bridge or someplace later

"Tell me," I say, "your sexual fantasy."

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