glasses with flowers curled on the sides
a hot LA summer, VCRs stacked high
brings me, according to you
to the sweltering shelter of memories lost
tuck a woman on her side and give away her liberty
she bit you, she's long bitten me
she sobs as you drive, have you ever heard a more terrible sound?
a mother lost, broken over the knee by her mind
call me
see how angry I am
left to roll, sticking talcum in between bumps of fat
while age makes me reckless and strong
try and tell me how I am
if you're gone.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
glasses with flowers curled on the sides
a hot LA summer, VCRs stacked high
brings me, according to you
to the sweltering shelter of memories lost
tuck a woman on her side and give away her liberty
she bit you, she's long bitten me
she sobs as you drive, have you ever heard a more terrible sound?
a mother lost, broken over the knee by her mind
call me
see how angry I am
left to roll, sticking talcum in between bumps of fat
while age makes me reckless and strong
try and tell me how I am
if you're gone.
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