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Pigeon Mar 2014
Kick the bucket
Let your pretty soul come spilling from the
Sides
Seawater pouring from the
Edges of your eyes, let butterflies

Drink
from the red drops of your wrist
With metal lips
Is there any vice to make me feel
The way I do with this?

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