cannibal
after november
blind
to not be numb
dream (four times)
forgetfulness
angel
first morning
laconic
drown
deep
maidenhead
milk
this
wake
dark blue
rotten scorpio
little v. flea
from me to you
exit
dry
the lines left behind
guilty
sever desire
falling slowly
esperando
dark spiral
sparkle
confetti
bodies pound beats
Don't touch me,
untie me. For
The more you love me
The angrier I become.
This prison
is much too small
and I'm growing and
pretty soon the walls will crack.
And who do you think
I'm going to destroy first?
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