Upward drift in the quiet space
Things falling into place for once
What is the capital of your heart
let's travel it
Backstreet mouthwash cobblestone wordlocks
Sterile wipes on your cut hands
Find me out in the rotten Hyacinth
Wash me clean of the metaphors of understanding
I'm a child in the darkness crying out
Ripped from the womb with no say in the matter
Cold blank homogeneous liquid
Dampness constricted and concentrated
Four square corner games in crevices
Ceviche on salty chips in the backroom
The gloom you feel post coitus
Unravel the pieces of seed pod thoughts
Untravel every destination post-partum
Under the bridge drug overdose martyrdom
The forest is burning all around us
DRIVE FASTER
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
Upward drift in the quiet space
Things falling into place for once
What is the capital of your heart
let's travel it
Backstreet mouthwash cobblestone wordlocks
Sterile wipes on your cut hands
Find me out in the rotten Hyacinth
Wash me clean of the metaphors of understanding
I'm a child in the darkness crying out
Ripped from the womb with no say in the matter
Cold blank homogeneous liquid
Dampness constricted and concentrated
Four square corner games in crevices
Ceviche on salty chips in the backroom
The gloom you feel post coitus
Unravel the pieces of seed pod thoughts
Untravel every destination post-partum
Under the bridge drug overdose martyrdom
The forest is burning all around us
DRIVE FASTER
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