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mactation
05:49
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your hair feels softer after a shower
in the water I can smell flowers
now were thrusting through the basement door
will the bed posts take me to shore
you look so warm against the sofa
rubbing drinks into your coma
come let me in, I might be calm
trailing oils into your deep palm
I need midnight mactation
I need midnight mactation
you look so cold against the moonlight
rubbing drinks into your bruise hype
come hold me tightly, I might be lost
in the shadows of an upside down cross
I need midnight mactation
I need midnight mactation
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broken
05:02
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I don’t get the way you lurch
into velvet and vapid verbs
is it just me or have you changed
using tongue against engage
I don’t get impressed the same
goblets pouring sunshine reclaim
is it just you or am I holding
onto a synthetic feeling
don’t you get it, I am broken
not just traveling by refrain
but inches I am floating
are public domain
I am dying really slowly
in the love you have showed me
sights gone purple like a cave
belly jellies swimming brains
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let's make loam
04:17
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you breast held my head
i'm crying cum and blood
its graphic its tragic
its neon in the park
crawl inside my eyes
lets rip out hips tonight
its rheum its mire
its syrup choking flowers
let's make loam
pass me a bottle
of your bleeding envy
choke me out of comfort
wet warm and heavy
its so dark inside
shadows flashed to sleep
i wish i was brighter
tongues instead of teeth
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leeches
06:32
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there are leeches filling beeches every shift i swim
teeth keep lonely thick and sewing bread bowl back and brow
blood leaks gooey skin sheets chewy swallowed, crusted, raw
will you tell them that you love me when i'm underground?
there are people, purple people lined against a wall
faces hiding shoulders sighing backs broke from the fall
breathing razors throats coat paper yawning curtain calls
will you tell them that you love me when i'm underground?
how can reavers still heave quivers over sun and songs
when grey bodies, cold grey bodies only ring the gong
after lying, stiff flesh rising posthumous drinking songs
will you tell them that you love me when i'm underground?
will you tell me that you love me when i'm underground?
will you feel me, dig and peel me, neck me in the cold?
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groggy darko Cedar Falls, Iowa
Autoethnographic explorations of illness, addiction, sabotage, and abuse. It's hilarious.
2015-Present
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