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Spur
Clement weeds push through rock and colors bleed like living things
You once said I was a mouthful of water under a beating desert sun
Now I'm a thorn in your hand
I was a sweet melody, now I keep you up tossing and turning, beating the walls and screaming
Turn that shit off
Turn off?
The love or the hate?
The 'music' is me...but art
The 'music' is me...but art is interpretable. :)
Let your teeth show
The Literary Art
interprets as excellent - enjoyed thoroughly - Stella