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Jobie Dec 2017
I want to be your
sweet, sweet honey
that you keep in a jar

spill me on the floor
leave me for the bugs
Jobie Dec 2017
where is the grey angel
with love in his smirk
and affection
on the back of his hand
Jobie Dec 2017
Red letters, red wrists, red eyes.
Seize my throat; muffle my cries.
Jobie Nov 2017
He's watching me through the streetlights
The windows above the bars, the apartments
He never left but he won't come back

Should he visit me, I think I would die too
Jobie Nov 2017
Mouth to mouth,
blade to chest.
How can you love me
without pressing harder?
Jobie Nov 2017
They won't let him leave
The angels are dying and god is crying

Sick *******, sick heads
Jobie Nov 2017
Where did The Queen go,
white-dressed Knight?

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