Bite me until I am rabid, jumping from desks and tugging on strings.
Pushing on walls and purging on carpets.
Electric moan, surrender to the buttons flinging across my eyes.
Brick-lipped, unbending, a carcass left to sow its own coffin.
Organic fitting,
sand makes it heavier,
more likely to sink faster.
Under the rain, the stars hesitate to glow.
Pushing on walls and purging on carpets.
Electric moan, surrender to the buttons flinging across my eyes.
Brick-lipped, unbending, a carcass left to sow its own coffin.
Organic fitting,
sand makes it heavier,
more likely to sink faster.
Under the rain, the stars hesitate to glow.
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