If you crash in my new life like a
burning stitch
left by bad mod surgery
Like a dagger striking
in white shells,
Like a fountain filled
with bad luck stained
coins
Like a dead man’s rib cage
reaching from the water
In my dining room
Uninvited.
If you crash in my new life like a
burning stitch
left by bad mod surgery
Like a dagger striking
in white shells,
Like a fountain filled
with bad luck stained
coins
Like a dead man’s rib cage
reaching from the water
In my dining room
Uninvited.
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