In some empty canvass
as her body
once dead _
rewinds the sun
And the breath
I'm tasting
Taking
its voice
out
on the
shapes.
And all the
regurgitation_|
The frozen, excuse me,
the surrounded laughter
Is all our guest_excuse me_without the spare thoughts spinning_oh and how quick :( All this is mess method ripped long since madness is black and that's our chest ever expanding and everything follows us home.
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