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Rothschild


3 to the face

By the hour

Tara? Tara

He was always high and held my hand whilst on acid

 

I’m a baby, he said

A bad one

With a teddy bear

Denim dungarees

 

I’m a vampire

A bad one

With blood on my mouth

Black velvet

 

Cold wet rain

But I’m happy anyways

From Slo-3 to Slo-7 to Rothschild to Clydas

To Cora

 

We always follow

Cora

In sleep, in life

It wakes us up, to our deaths

 
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