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cobwebs on the porch
dripped in pitch
is that why she changed her face?

learn piano
I’m a blind man
smoking outside my dock
so single out our rites
and shoveling your bullshit
that’s a-okay
I’m not paths on dirt clots
stuck in her boots
so unravel your spine
only in my mind
leave me a drink and
slip me past or down
a throat

how many nosebleeds left
have we got?
sickly tremor
fucking him
on a whim
I’m torn up in ivy
so shut me or shear me