fucking chaos
you're not I say and so does it
some wake late
meet at the gates
two Snakes is a follow
you dig and fill my lake
Necks bleed, fucking chronos
pussy willow, miles and kilograms
and God is a swallow
hurricanes and
a lonely wedding ring
can cure a finger cyst
a cut on the chick
for running noses
and somewhere to get the good thorn of
a rose
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