love my love my love my love
Lingering about like the absence of a smell
What are you doing, wasting precious fingers
to roll cigarettes you don’t even smoke?
There I see kilometres of hair I want to touch
In the corner your face, my face, her face
Cracked like bread
And your bones, still stuck in my eye.

Pour me a glass of tits with that smart, will you?

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