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piss bouillon
gonna grip a gd ice cube all tight 

to self-harm w/o leaving scarsies, to

ditch a style, ride a cowboy, 

to yikes yr way to the top, earn me a brand

new “no use to me dead”-claim-away,

or even j a plain free day, 

to ease these attention-rapt handsies 

~~~~~~~~(._.)~~~~~~~

thieve me, baby

(collect my gore 

to unlock new features)!

this is me being sensual!


invoice me through the sweet 

night, my love

(yr cadence-tells leave me 

yearning)!


(so out in the summer glow) 

i loose scabs like coats!

brusque ire runs deep 

in this amiable desert!

there is literally no difference between my body & tinder[dot]com
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kindling some wall-pressings-for 

my dearest       resident       blood-ghost™,


i.e. my newfound razor burns       amend 

an already       faded home-having,


& now my       say-what-you-will-s are 

either all calcified       or rusted, becoming


the cutest lil object on television, the

ragged roadmaps i swear       i have not 


kissed so,       sleep less now;

i promise i will not make a sound--

c o f f i n    m e ,    d a d d y                                               





River Phoenix



still dies



in Flea’s arms​
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