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Jan 2016
Now it's up to my neck
and it's over my head
it's inside my mouth
but lives under the bed

There's the times it calls me late
By names I'd rather not say
I swallow heavily until my dues are paid
And the sharp reconciliation of pain
Begins to fade and slip away

Of all my favorite places to die
My watery grave is where I'll stay.

You can't hold me like the
Magic of suspense
or the cold curfews of childhood days.
It's rapping against the side of my head
Calling to my insane to come out and play.

Don't be the space in between
Where I can't breathe right,
Be the sweet dreams where
Sleeping lovers lie,
I always keep my guns close
When the desert cries shoot up my neck
and the shrill of acid trickles down my back
For you
I'd do the planet in
Six Hundred & Sixty Six laps
barefoot with just a knapsack,

I'd slay dragons with the storm
in the hands that guide up your dress
And between your legs until you
Can't stand it
You hold you together with
Me while I reach for the sky
Only to find the nerves of sharks shattered
By the ache of doom
This critical hour the dawn imbues.

Observing the night
While it folds itself Inside the
Creatures that bend towards
The overtures or sunrises as
They are sometime's called,

I wished upon the stars
And there you came to me
Just past midnight on January 1st of
Two-thousand and Sixteen

I drown to drink you up
Your spit and blood
Your skin and touch
I could never have too much,
There's no too much, too much,
While we frolic in this serpent's lair
Taking each other up just for sighs
And you laugh and sing
While we drink poison happily,

Forever is the word applied
Just as together is for you and I.
I've turned my body into a gyro of human meat
Just so you can have something to eat.

Can I watch while you stalk
All your coolest and most favorite haunts,
You're the black panther I'm the soul heir of this wolf pack
If we can dine tonight
You'll never have to starve
I'll **** for you
Whether or not you want me to,
I keep the same names as the fury
Spinning through your web of cries
Beside's the devil
I can shutdown these sunrises.
But you're the daylight I want so badly so
I can just wear my cool sunglasses
all the time
While breathing in water
To bring the pain to life.
Martin Narrod
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Martin Narrod  38/M/CA
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   Samuel Hesed
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