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cool your tapes, child
I know it’s been a long while
but for the sake of this man-made earth, wild
will the wind blow on me and miles
down to wolves running up to sunset
feeling like a lost king
mustaches on everything
dripping off nozzles
come on, like you’re like that -
psh, honey, I know you like you never did
and that’s what it’s worth it
so just jewel it up and smile
forget about the faces
angers eating races
of laces, counting down to the days you
fall up from the castle
covered in ivy
like you’re floating on God’s eye
shining in the shrine and
bleeding out silver
to all the little children
poor in a village
like their brains are made of horse shit
feeding on sweet mint
that grows in nearby forests
from God’s palm they work it
into golden ridges
in rings and other things
to keep something else busy
while they fix up with inner visions
to think it was a miracle
slipping on truthful
like it was written in the Bible
choking up handfuls
and playing with mantles
will they go to chant or
get all black and swollen
melt into their dinner
fall into a dreamer
breaking all the seamer
like it was trying to keep her
from leaving
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you'll kiss me and I'll surely wake up
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