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cinnamon is trustworthy in moonlight
makes you to scrape its flesh
so that old browness is under
your nail and keeps you
from dying
make it stick
have a purple scab
in the shape of your heart
tattoos do not last forever
how does it sound when
your hearing goes away
and questions are finally
without
doubt
left unanswered
sometimes if you drive
slow
and stoned enough
youre driving through
a languid
and very fuckable
mist
the kind that made the universe
and wrenched a dimensionality
that made some false sense
this smokey sex
is the wheel
under your pallid skin
your colourless eyes crystalline
screening all your pain
like a shattered floodlight
the heart dries quick
once stilled
becomes all maroon and crusty
turning black from oxygen
a burnt half-sized soccer ball
you are a dinosaur
if you understand
we each are brutish and scaled
in our way
i have to be out of my mind to relax
until im bleeding again
there is a certain menstrual consistency
every month or so im in love and bleeding
finding new paths to go down
new scale to peel off
i hear raptors approaching anyway
its nothing new
and anyway
its nothing
we dont deserve
my hope is things might change
my fear is they will
downstairs theres a highway
something with
tao
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