So much for stainlessness
In the till
down we haven't left
yet haven't we spent
the whole night here?
Drowsing in sex
naught for blank felt apples.
In of the upward cave
I came upon a twerp
or would it call callous.
You wrote in red ink,
We will.
Can't stray the nape
of your voice the caught off-
guard cut into cups,
we'll take it, I'll make
a simple cup of nails.
**
First face transplant:
got a tattoo and never thought about it,
you wind the night up,
sill the tall and never present.
**
I'll write a little bit, lists,
just to hear the pen not scratching.
It's careful when you're covered in my dust.
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