your weapons are invalid
and need excuses to celebrate killing
bad posture and wine as tongues
now i can burn their white collars
and their useless ties
and their useless hearts
take me to the shore
sync myself with you
i'm tired of being restless
i think the board-less are going to save me
shift my perception
break you neck
suck a kiss
swallow her cum
and breath endorphins
and what is your stomach for?
for aches and pools of vomit
i am pollution
i am a satellites
i am ashes and sharp knifes
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