Lovers
then you unbutton your blouse
in a world where guns have children's faces
freckles and baby curls on bullets
and the moon no longer recognises
what she sees under her
then you unbutton your blouse
in a world where guns have children's faces
freckles and baby curls on bullets
and the moon no longer recognises
what she sees under her
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