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Serpent Death Vision
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Poetry So you hang,
Close to my heart, the stars
The fugitive stalks through foreign frames, down streets that lead back to where we began
So it went
Traveled rough to atmospheres unfound
But it’s your death, your prison
Drown Down
You You
Out Bend
(TOUCH TASTE TRASH TIGHT PRETTY YOUNG BURNT LIPS CRACKED AND CURL)
Kingdoms crossed
That serpent
Queen
You are welcome like whispers (foolish, forgiven)
Cowardice or courtesy (its always this way, its always the same)
I can’t tell you apart (burn down this home)
Switchboard Codes (salt to sea, take apart my body)
But I'm but a boy (warm blood, warm blood)
Your treasured ghost (perfect painting, perfect ending)
