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between tents and against
a concrete wall, two souls indoors
i do not know
anymore: former acquaintances with
slender limbs and prettier bodies but they
were not
the chosen

tell our friends about our fallout without mouthing
coward|spineless
go to church and speak of holy and wholesome but she
let the devil in and held her body and painted the room,
his
marinated fingernails and palms
the sheets and sky
BLOOD                RED
tell me where your holy water is and if it’ll cleanse me i have one eight hundred triple three triple zero memorized and boys in blue, boys in blue, 64 pages of my words
cleanse me

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