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give me thunder or give me sugar
or give me the black charred roses trod under the blood moon

where i intend to make this hate a harvest
we aint here to save ourselves

& a mouth begat a swing, & a swing begat the fall, & the fall begat the splatter, & the
splatter begat the swish and spit, & the swish and spit begat caffeine headaches

pushing sharp behind my teeth like so many daisies
& that's a kind of mourning too

my fists hang heavy like summer peaches just over the fence
a thing that ain't beautiful but deserved by those who get too close

wasn't it enough? how i find you, thirst for something vermilion, fingers
closing around soft arteries & pulling, always pulling

                                                   pick a fight like an opium poppy & get hooked on the sting

Edited by drowntown
"hooked on the sting" sounded better than "drawn in by the sting"
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holla holla get dolla

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2 hours ago, Hydra ’Liope said:

have you thought about adding music?

im the least musically talented person you will ever meet

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holla holla get dolla

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