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fetid life like old wine settled in a knock-off crystal glass oily tops and clotting bottoms what day is it what time is it what realm is it where am i sinking to is there treasure in a chest gold and gems in my chest where a heart pumps bad auras from gut to head to feet to lips where gut twists and up comes shame where legs twist and up come sheets where long nights awake and burning end in morning light birds chirping is there treasure where i’m going lungs full of dark water storms striking lurid waves deep down in my dark i am safe it is cold, i can sleep on smooth pearls and wet sand with ten thousand leagues of pressure protecting and if i am so unfortunate that i may surface ten thousand leagues of pressure will push me back down again in a wine-dark sea they don’t know blue like i know blue.
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
before they invented blue (i invented blue)
fetid life like old wine settled in a knock-off crystal glass oily tops and clotting bottoms what day is it what time is it what realm is it where am i sinking to is there treasure in a chest gold and gems in my chest where a heart pumps bad auras from gut to head to feet to lips where gut twists and up comes shame where legs twist and up come sheets where long nights awake and burning end in morning light birds chirping is there treasure where i’m going lungs full of dark water storms striking lurid waves deep down in my dark i am safe it is cold, i can sleep on smooth pearls and wet sand with ten thousand leagues of pressure protecting and if i am so unfortunate that i may surface ten thousand leagues of pressure will push me back down again in a wine-dark sea they don’t know blue like i know blue.
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
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