diving into her blue overkill
elegantly like a child when
saying so breathing hard natural
who can believe her turnarounds in
the road in the streetlight they can be mean
unconvincingly sweet kids i dont
want many after that scene parents
either theyre nailing someone up or
boiling something down a screens not
a sky a swims not a donkey ride
thinking of jerusalem you in
the shower your palms your reformed arms
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