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The Flower
03:09
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We coruscate with limbs. Crack-re-crack, our skin undone. I grow into you, roots hugging roots - two lovers melted in sin. I crawl to your eyes to explain the pain inside, (and with a single look that makes gods die) you stop the swelling in me, at least for a little while, but then my skin starts to shrink amidst our fleshfire. It's like i'm being born again, over and over. We were flirting with life, beneath our winter covers. Paranoia quietly rapes my mind, but the shape of your heart fits so nicely on mine. Candlelight, swallow me whole. We're gifted sleep for once, god bless. Crack-re-crack, our skin undone. I grow into you, roots hugging roots. I'm scared. Candlelight, swallow me whole. Please? Cut off all my winter weight. I want you to crush me from the inside out. I want you to scrape the fat from my teeth. I want you to paint me into the walls. I want you to want me to want you. I want you to cling to me, and suffer all my skin. I want you to taste yourself, and send your shivers down my spine. I would have wrote you a poem, if I weren't scared that you'd read it. I would have wrote you a love song, if I weren't scared that you'd hear it. As your flowers take root in my skin i can't see; If i'm feeding you, or if you're eating me.
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The Thorn
04:30
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Are these tears flowing? Does this mean i'm free? Free to clot in the space between holiness and peace? Does this mean I'm free from my obsessions with sugar and protein? Does this mean I can stop the daydreams of cutting our names into my skin? I'm saturated, but I can't complain. But i'll still kill myself, almost every day. Is this comfortable? Can I finally sleep? And ignore the lonely in your eyes as it sharpens its teeth? Can I sleep through the bitter thoughts of bright lights and methamphetamines? You said I worry too much, but baby I can't seem to worry enough. So i'm shaking my skin suit off, i'm pressed against black walls by black dogs. Black cats cross my path, but i've got no more bad luck left, and this scares me. And if I could harness the skin of every butterfly in my stomach, I would stitch it all together, float away like a feather - holding the arm of an angel. Take me like a drug. I'm saturated, but I can't complain. But i'll still kill myself, almost every day. Kill myself. Are these tears flowing? Does this mean i'm free? Free to clot in the space between holiness and peace? Does this mean i'm free my obsessions with sugar and protein? Does this mean I can stop the daydreams of of cutting our names into my skin? Nothing else matters, so long as you love me. Nothing else matters, now the world loves me. Nothing else matters. so long as you love me. Nothing else matters, just say that you love me. Not the tears or the blood or the cum or the sweat. Nor the other men, so perfect in every single way. Nothing else matters, if you promise you love me.
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