no tongue or lips | 1 |
unless you count the honey suckle | 2 |
of the weak lime ethanol | 3 |
and the gradual clonazepam hike | 4 |
to the caffeine and nicotine rush | 5 |
of that calypso cream | 6 |
dream | 7 |
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we shared | 8 |
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no no, love | 9 |
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we only stared | 10 |
down the eternal chasm of the | 11 |
cosmic what-ifs | 12 |
and their wordless oils spilling chaos | 13 |
on the canvas | 14 |
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and how much envy simmers | 15 |
between this sordid fantastical artwork romance | 16 |
and its sickly withering cousin- | 17 |
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reality? | 18 |
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you know and you starve, | 19 |
while i have already been here saving, fasting, | 20 |
peeking over the edge | 21 |
so i never forget | 22 |
either side of this galactic fence. | 23 |
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from root to roof top | 24 |
i lie exposed, patiently waiting | 25 |
for the world to turn. | 26 |