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Jul 2014
A *** of chrysanthemum tea
And a roll of toilet paper
The sheer long black skirt
As if God is hanging around my waist
The black, waving, my ocean depth sweetness God
I will not confuse you, no more
Jesus was dead, Jesus is dead
You will not die, never
But i am going to ruin it by saying
at least not now

No one could **** you
Not even yourself
I am your tombstone
No one would ever find me
The dull little mermaid's knife
You know she chose to come back home
She is now all over the world
One drop of tear in one great ocean
You are one big fish in my cute aquarium soul
Do not worry, do not fear
for you are with me
You are safe and this afternoon we will have tea with Friedrich
The nails the cross the skull of Golgota
I promised to not confuse you with him, no more

Another country's flag printed on your boxer
Your silky silk skin
Your cold touch
The freshness of your tears you gulp every bath
The lampshade color calm as your rose blood
Sticks and stones, you break them with your bones

Will you ever forget me?
I found you on particles
I found you playing the guitar
on the song they say is Satan's
The wood panels
The cursed tabernacle glowing red light
Cemeteries to cemeteries
your dimming jeté
Butterfly gestured hand
You fly, but can you float instead?
Vanilla ice cream and false cherries
The no smoking sign is laughing
You will not die

You may open your cage and set yourself free
Unfortunately aquarium has no key
It has no key
It has no key
Break it and they will find me
They will find me
Your tombstone, me
You are never free
You are never free
And hail the pleasure of writing nonsenses
Written by
Pea
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