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another night passes and
the floors rise up to lift me again. a day burns down its candle and the bed opens its soft mouth. three years have gone. listen, whatever I said I'd pay for a kiss double it again. I never wanted to leave this world dribbling pennies from my mouth. I would drive my car into the sea if you asked me to. it's not like I'd sell my soul but everything else must go. all of this stuff down to the last marble. love, I am finally coming to you like the dead naked not even holding onto a breath. Comments are closed.
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