Thorns!
Child's kiss gone
'Kuss, well it's gone
They walk me home through the city's black dust.
Thick petroleum is the water that feeds the flowers
Every step I take, there
luscious velvetine oath Covered In Thorns.
Oh how they prick the soles in me!
So I seat in the gravel next to my miserable friends
we eat our noodles
we get fatter hoping we'd get wiser
as we exchange shit for shit.
A wife beater set up cactis in my window,
hoping someday they'd give flowers
I don't water them
they're thorn-screwed bodies
survive,strive,survive
when you rise, fuck that, thorn ladder rising
Diagonal/lateral/language shit
Fuck my love.
Fuck it up and
get hurt. Fuck it up.
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