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I told her way back when

I told her to bring the rings

So I can beat her to death with them

But not till after my soaps are done

Saturn's a mistress

Somewhere out there, Just

Spinning endless

With it's black mass 

Of dust and sharp metals,

I'm all carbon though, sweetie

-Hot air

-Piss and vinegar

-With whatever else

Still vying for a spot

To take place,

I'm here

when she's there 

never feeling the absence 

as I answer the questions

she relays in looks of gravity

Its textbook as the teeth come out

-the rings sing 

and then fill my mouth