two strangers meet
pour,
pain, speak:
a cross burned on your front grass
those sinister dresses and pointed hats
and your dad.
pour,
pain, speak:
a cross burned on your front grass
those sinister dresses and pointed hats
and your dad.
pour,
pain, speak:
my impulse, my heartbeat
is chest-caged and free and I'm
one eyelash beyond amoeba.
pain, speak:
my impulse, my heartbeat
is chest-caged and free and I'm
one eyelash beyond amoeba.
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