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Crab Appels
A swordfish bite from you, smears on my face from all the loathing lonesomes, pouring wholesomes, rancid boredoms,
I am...
Sitting under this elbow tree, picking all the dandleposies
wondering what the crab apples stare at, wondering why they cry for apathym why they insist I castrate my legs
It's time to stop blaming streetlights, and blame the street you're on.
You can drown
