the sight of your blue eyes
the taste of your
i've lost all my senses
volunteered to load the boat
take me
hold me up the ceiling is low
traced her name across
the five lined skink crawled to the back
tail deep try
wandering
his sickness unfolds
open you arms if arms are all
we took the crosses off the wall
they did not hold
short legs underhead
can't keep up it's your turn again
green sky
if you remove the cork that seals the hole in
planted seed by the road
hope that everyone can see you
hold the rope and the saddle time is wasting
do you
pull back my lip while i watch my step
spitting words
so long not long before i'm gone
i don't want you
we rode to the back
cord tucked up inside
left eye where
immersed in a dream
you with me
under waves
held by the pitch
of
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