so you take inspiration from me, though i'm not look -
or very good looking. so the girl she says:
b
oiiii
or: !!!! ( with her mouth) i am the struggle to find space with all these things mothballed inside me, little egregious dont ya thinK!
and what's plastiK? side-boob, saying things with sway on your mouth, chiffon girl, or salmon lady, oh say
my star-spangled friend did you love the music or the element, the texture or the friendship? what was it you said
joey joey joey,
i tingle for the thing you said
my hand in your ...
she knows the rest .
though countertop people are saying about her that-
well, she has gums that smile instead of teeth, and is thin and knows them all to be heartless cunts, and is in love with one of them even if- well, love.
know how that is, so she wants to have a baby, love.
grew tired of the fondling, or just bootlegging pretension and giving it out for free.
love.
i know that's harsh,
that mam or
me, by leonard cohen's fire
looking at her look me!
and not really connect ...
entertaining the idea of my head nestled in boughs of her breasts
feeding that warmth with logs from the tinder pi..
oh sacrilege we.
though another night comes, roars,
ages by, the wine we dripped
i saw it murky, clear eyes now
weeds we let crush us
worm
inside the failing beat heart
seeds we let shiver
never to follow her
bright
or pulse ,
false dark.
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