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711 B
Markdown
19 lines
711 B
Markdown
she saves a place for me in a casket for two,
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in a plot full of littler things, all slaughtered
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in a glittery genocide. a kiss to dream about,
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shackled rhythms. vinyl shards to our hearts.
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we are shrouded in a divided loneliness,
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under striated rock and folded metal,
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survived by luminous smoke, plastic madonnas,
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and mosaic altars of mirror balls, drugs samples, & the absence of absence.
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one day you’ll rediscover our bodies, me
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and my velvet lady, rhythms still beating
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while the boiling sun is wet with indecision.
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buried where bean sí wailed boogie from bog.
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you’ll resuscitate us, when heaven and earth are the color purple,
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when wonderland and love cleave the stones
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under the mound at comiskey.
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