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  • Gut noises, responses

    I need a drink of water

    Sinking into the bed and wondering

    A secret message

    For you-know-who

    "Hello there, you

    How are you going to kill me?”

    No such worries,

    Just keeping my head up,

    My hopes just high enough

    "You traced the Andes with your index

    And bragged about when and where and who you’re gonna fuck next”

    But I stared blankly

    My brain on fire.

    Just don’t do it sweetly,

    Because that’s my passion.

    And if the torch was passed

    If the room we’re in, gassed

    We won’t look at the past.

    I’ll just change,

    I’ll just rearrange myself

    For better

    For worse

    For myself
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