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You’ll get lost if you keep that shirt on
You’ll get lost if you keep that shirt on You’ll get lost if you keep that shirt on your face will fold like a fist in a cleavage, your breath will scatter like ash off an edge.
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The devils
The devils I’d been saying it for weeks, I swear I saw the supermarket staff in their corporate specifics sticking needles into packets of pitta bread.
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Porn moon
Porn moon On porn moon, the pepper corn mills have nipples, the beds, flange flap duvets, fingernails are hinged to contain lubricant sachets, the table cloths are thick stitched thigh skin.
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I’m still here
I’m still here The old school house is advancing towards the woods, I can see its peg legs plane stretching. The mousetraps, we left on the doorstep, didn’t stop the clocks.
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We’re the very best at being bad
We’re the very best at being bad We prop our breasts up with metal ridges, lie like dogs with our chins hanging off cliff edges tell people how they are breathing in
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