All my desires
All the anger
Those decisions

I try to keep in mind
Not going blind
We’re water

Your beautiful shape
My giant lips
Your garden my snake
Drowned to our tits

There’s nothing to hold
On top of these bones
Just a couple of drinks
Under fancy wrapping paper

◄ The cosmos grunts

We’re Evil ►


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