first hundred no one is surprised by my side
you were as elegant as the first film line
scissor to her brackish hair
too much salt to disrepair
stitch an o2 take into my lung
you were so thirsty but you would become
a knife to my unaware back
fuck the way i'm apt to fall in love.
polarized eye lids
capsized onto my angry twin
he is still spleening in my bed
dark careening in my head
wetness is a bed of lies
just a moment that will dry out
like a weeping eye
an island is just a hunk of brown sugar
in your black tar crime-sipper
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