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Keep running with this, it's running through
my fingers.
Solid connection happening.
Ten long years and this crooked smile still bare.
Low vibrations shake the base of the ground.
Soft monotony pulling me in like womb.
So long.
A strange cool to get.

Strict coil, long face, horse hooves stepping around in the dirt.
With morose fatigue I worked my way
halfway through the body.
'Til I hit the heart.
It seeped black tar at the first bit of tooth.
Such a long road to get to this point, I thought.

With this contaminated
fluid like dry rot in the gums.
The tooth had gone bad
and so had you.

They butterflied
the muscles in my back
in order to give me wings.
I never asked, I never asked to fly.
Locked away in a mahogany case.
I always took the strange way.
It never seemed strange to me.

Strict coil, long face, horse hooves stepping around in the dirt.
With morose fatigue I worked my way
halfway through the body.
'Til I hit the heart.
It seeped black tar at the first bit of tooth.
Such a long road to get to this point, I thought.

How many ways
could there have been
or such ways I could have lied to myself.
It's in storms or chords or beats or in time.
Strokes of hands in air of homes.

Reorder.
Redirect.
Stop biting.
Disinfect cold skin.
Implement warm feeling
in the neck.

You want a suitor?
You want a chance to forget?
Well I'm glad we met.
I think I'd look nice in your lawn.

You can take the time to cover me in vines.
Hide me in the shack behind the house I grew up in
'til I'm ripe.

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