with what wings
we cried
listen
you
freaks


chaos will cling from me
he approached me
his eyes
of
green


what was this dream
he wouldn't allow me to leave
his hands
we're
all
over me


he jars my juices
lubricating
his
nooses

putting my mind
in
an
choke hold

he loves me
past old


this is our third life
he loves me so much
he killed
his
wife


we buried her
in alpphabit soup cans


we consume her twice
an
week

he says she says



never mind
you wouldn't
believe
me
anyways



well then
just
go from
me
?




















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