once again the rubber prize
her breathing hand never makes that
all i'm sayin
it's in your mind dear
it's there to find
and
she grew up in warm warm water
helps her face look
christmas stevedore
a basement hall
a broken jaw
the empire clock hangs up
something surrounds me
the space at the ocean shore
the white crash
sarah sitting in her house
painting each nail like it's a
wait i should've know by now
i should've gone to sleep
such a brat
i knew i was wrong
couldn't settle down
maybe i'll
I have a complex about how I look in t-shirts
days like this
may or might not count for much
but as
pneuma has left me now
and oh i forget it
there's something
here we are
without our clothes
icky thick and dark
silver spoon moon
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