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an evil that i have to **** before it kills me
I am seeing something that looks like a star
missing: in quiet a place that’s green
where neon seascapes are all smiling
and the white windmill barely speaks
where diamond panthers lie in violet
and the weeping moon never sleeps
suspended by shallow light
between giants named suicide and grief
in a fish net made of stardust
with overflowing cups of angels blood
to comfort and fill our empty veins
and all you can feel here is warmth
all we feel is warm
vampire queen
snowwhite
Moloch of restless sleep
the planets here are ghosts waiting
behind the black screens of broken TVs
pass the ****
ill be smoking here with them
when you come to ressurect me
what the actual **** is happening to this  place
Acumen lens, you shudder, and panting ensues
Inglorious vault of confided delusions
That opens again as wounds, gleaming death beams
On wrists and hearts a bruise, chemically indoctrinated
By the sway of the way that she moves

Heathen goddess, mourned through nights
Just passing by, all the avenues, of this dauntless brain
Beat my drums with your fiery fists, frail and bone bare
Yet, they never once have missed
Until your heels cascade down my tongues unrolling train
I will not breathe again
completely disenchanted with life and life in america
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