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i’ll love stripping paint off walls with laser beam eyes

i’ll love underwear around your ankles

i’ll love the little whisper over there in the corner

i’ll love bruised tattoos

 

vibrate me melancholy clean

 

such a soft thought

such a delicate touch

such a something i miss

 

forethougtclimbingupthewalls

stutterstutterstutter . .  . . . . ..  hesitate

make a meal out o fbaked potatoes

 

shiny ripple affected water

it bounces light all over the place

there is breath and heart beating beating beating beating 

 

remember when you stubbed your toe that summer?

it bled for days

you got a toe transfusion

 

looks like the credits lasted longer than th e movie

loooks like everyone is having a little something on the side

sidereal seth needed to cut him up an osiris

pleading with you to make me a new distraction

begging to be let go of of of of of of

 

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