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oh there was a wretched man
with a demon in his brain
and he fucked all the mermaids until
they were dead
and he filled their hearts
with broken dreams
and he filled their minds
with broken machines
and he fucked them again
and tore off their wings
and their laughter

and in the blinding white sun
her heart's still grieving
and she's still carrying
the names of the holy
she was a fine fire to ride
but a part of her died
and she'll never return

my compass came
in the form of a swarm
it was a delphic oracle
in the belly of france
and I thanked the bees
for my stars and my light
and my self propelled wheel
it burned out the night
and the spirits were playing with
fossils and blood and my laughter

and in the blinding white sun
my heart's still grieving
and I'm still carrying
the names of the holy
I was a fine fire to ride
but a part of me died
and I'll never return

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