the ash of my mind in the back of my
deep as the terrible sky
that you fell from this
this terrible
i was dancing when i was twelve
i was dancing when
dead girl
there will never be another one that dreams like
its only the end of the world again
down by the
lady bug, lady bug, lady bug
kisses the bones pushing thru
everybody
Summer blood for fighting dogs
Mardi Gras nineteen fifty-four
Oh no -
just a cold millennium in another dry age
just a cold
long ago i kissed her skull
sunbleached and beautiful
slick-wet with diesel
little creeper in the shade under my brain
in caterpillars hundredth
woman and child like a feather fall from the sky
so
we wither and blow where the smoke goes
closing my eyes
little creeper
in the shade
under my brain
in caterpillars
hundredth eye
under
Ladybug, ladybug, ladybug
Kisses the bones pushing through, yeah
Everybody here
Woman and child like a feather fall from the skySo
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