periscope word on the street is that i've haunted you like you me laying in that bed the peeling yellowish wallpaper how did it feel the man with machine guns in his eyes salt and peppering reality with blows so false so transparent aims at you
glad you've saved your hair for your baby and your body you've saved you've healed the wounds of separation in the many masterpieces that hot love can create jumping through halos of night on fiery feet to salvation possessed by this wanting in like joyous outcasts
youve been SMOKINGEM! lately
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