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This Green Purple Love Thing
Bury me in your garden
May the rose bush bloom wide and mighty
Those yellow little devils searing at my nerves
This is rage! This green purple love thing
What, when our spines are adjustable hooks and
our mothers tell us to just come on back home
My home is a savage land
but you wont know it because you cant ask anymore
No one cares, really
I accept that I am alone, like a rare egytian tomb
I have nowhere on earth to go my dear
So spit it out!
spit my entire body out
let it rest into the dark soil
I will grow so tall for you,
I will make a picture so sweet for you
so delicate that you won't even notice I am there
Can I not just stay here with you?
I enjoy these synapses, where we meet and say much of nothing
between a raindrop
between a breath
between a song
Yes, yes I know you sing to me
little birdie says you sing just to me
How good I am, to listen and
to keep my filthy face shut
mmm yeah
Filthy.
We are.
Were.
Once.
Upon a time.
viscious.
I slam you into a haze
a cream daydream that wets you
makes you change positions ever
so
gently.
your pink flowers still dangling in the corners of my mouth
that one ocean, just for us
