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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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