21 Nov 2013, 11:26am
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with Moses, on high

your air is pure air / I don’t know / what to wish for

careful in heaven
with Coventry rose teapots
I beat my face
& your thighs were pressed against me

you left me empty at barfights
I didn’t know who to call
I lost my keys and banged the shit out of my knee

I’d like to know you
I’d like to know where you’re from
what’s it like there where you are?
how do you do it?
why do you leave your clothes scattered all over the place?

I pick up this one, and this one
like a brainless dog
I lick the camisole you wore

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