now the leeches are in love,
and the serenade's begun.
here are some words
will you take them away?
some better
i've framed your face in flames
and i'm painting you
the night is opaque,
spills out and it's spreading like
Damned!
Is this the body you were last found living
haven't we got some place else to be?
cash in our
where did my father find this photograph?
where is the
Drowning on a perfect day.
A surface I could never break;
And
hey! who broke in and kicked me out, here, into
dear hilary, how many years has it been since you
in game-show purgatory, we're all just dying for a laugh.
I never said one simple thing
or true to suspend disbelief;
some
century opens like we're breaking yellow tape at the scene
heres your fertility
wanting so badly to be crushed
you leave it
janet catherine's sleeping in, new year's morning. is she dreaming
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