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
I am afraid I
am afraid I
am afraid
of the clawing
squalor
of the potential
agony
of the deep deep deep
ocean
that thunders in me
I drown
beautifully tenderly
but not without
terror
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