rolled my eyes too the likelihood of spinning wheeled dealed out fun your deck like cards
swarmed me like light to fonder windows
and sketching a hose to me down by the heart staining a club banging my head to chest against empty glass
blending a fear that tastes too me like your aspect knowing it’s clever
baiting being waiting pleasure sainting stinging
and never forming in the rollercoaster sunrise
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