winter;lyra
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under a hundred sunsetsA Poem by winter;lyrawe did this on a sunday we dreamt of this place a beach at the abstract planet banked by godspilt blood we went and fenced the sand honed it our.. |
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salem girls are the worstA Poem by winter;lyrasalem girls are the worst the worst, the worst i tell you they will source a devil on your corpse conjure a myth on your church salem girls, sal.. |
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i don't go out with my hat onA Poem by winter;lyramy leather shoes don't last longi go out in the fields with my bow tie onblack over whitea bottle of wine between these finer sheetsstains round the f.. |
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se-re-ni-tyA Poem by winter;lyrashe's energyshe's my therapythe counterpart of my synergywriting my name on the wallsand checking my veins every fallse-re-ni-tyclarity and brutalityw.. |
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my friend's in loveA Poem by winter;lyramy friend's bewitched she manned down the sandman broke down a nineteen storey woke up in another story she told me, she told me she's en.. |
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a poem to the godsA Poem by winter;lyratable flips backward page flips we're paraphrasing phrase tricks in between paintbrush strokes running from the hangman for the thrill falling .. |
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i never signed a pact with the devil | sharksA Poem by winter;lyrathese things keen onmy fins, my sheetsi've been sharkin oni've been shearin onthe children on the streets, i've been dealing ondawning, i've been claw.. |
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Manna is sickA Poem by winter;lyraManna is sickManna is sickAs you can tell by the ring of her bellsShe might as well be wellManna is sickBut by the way she singsIt comes like a subtle.. |
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SalemA Poem by winter;lyraI see blood on my floorsThere's blood on my seatsAnd there's blood, on the door hinges...There's blood, with the sheepIn the breedAnd with the seedThe.. |
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"what a sad world" - said the bread sellerA Poem by winter;lyraYou could throw the diceWatch dem heads rollTap into the red carpet and watch your feet staggerYou're a beggar, because you're lesser than bloody and .. |
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