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Stem, that stretch of branch over rocky, fragile ground, **** those plastic, lemon circles you got for eyes Lick, that smile, that smirking smile you shot at me, Wet, that water on your baby fat cheeks I can’t breathe for you I can’t breathe for you I can’t breathe for you A knife in my hair, my working birth branched over rocky, fragile ground, Your sorrowed songs sieved, your happiness a chalk outline on tulipwood tables, A knife in my teeth, I sing these dreams of me, you see Mirrored, that miserly misfortune you got for a heart I can’t breathe for you I can’t breathe for you I can’t breathe for you Cap, that satin wrapped cloud, circling wrangled, strangled cows and crows Stab, that forlorn fire, ever end that showing, shallow show **** that plastic lemon smile you shot at me Lick, that water on your fat baby cheeks I can’t sing for you I can’t sing for you This is my working birth, mirrored and miserly misfortune branched over rocky, fragile ground. This is my working birth, mirrored.
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
Working Birth
Stem, that stretch of branch over rocky, fragile ground, **** those plastic, lemon circles you got for eyes Lick, that smile, that smirking smile you shot at me, Wet, that water on your baby fat cheeks I can’t breathe for you I can’t breathe for you I can’t breathe for you A knife in my hair, my working birth branched over rocky, fragile ground, Your sorrowed songs sieved, your happiness a chalk outline on tulipwood tables, A knife in my teeth, I sing these dreams of me, you see Mirrored, that miserly misfortune you got for a heart I can’t breathe for you I can’t breathe for you I can’t breathe for you Cap, that satin wrapped cloud, circling wrangled, strangled cows and crows Stab, that forlorn fire, ever end that showing, shallow show **** that plastic lemon smile you shot at me Lick, that water on your fat baby cheeks I can’t sing for you I can’t sing for you This is my working birth, mirrored and miserly misfortune branched over rocky, fragile ground. This is my working birth, mirrored.
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rielle-vobi
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
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