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I’m rusty
my teeth are red

she tastes like blueberries
my soap smells like blueberries
I want blueberries

I’m rusted out
can you?
that’s the way we talk here
a whisper but slap next
walk closer
so we don’t stumble
I
she he
that’s the way we walk here
a saunter
(better drunk!)
how do - sorry

got a letter in bright dark brown
saying congratulations
(eat shit?)
what for
what leash did you cut off
I ask
I do believe it’s not me

now she’s smoking in the b-a-t-h
I slip
–
beside
my coat wet from some foreign boy’s tears
what’s to miss?
(just a home, chorus)