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Senior Year College He told me to treat women like appliances
Speak of the devil
And she'll call you by name
Labels, about as useful as eunuchs
Euphoric faucet, water with grains of gold
Emphatic forest, I'm in full bloom
Beautiful, like the sun's
Reflection off the steel of a gun
Birds nest in my chest
(Doves, crowes - it changes daily.)
Rhapsody with rupture
Girls say that they hate feet
Is it because of where they lead them?
Candles flicker in the breeze
From an air conditioner
Tyrants blowing lines of gun powder
Actors blowing lines of script
Handshakes blowing minds of grips
Things don't connect like cigarettes should
Grotesque - Like a chicken eating an omelette
AKdsgf
Shit, I just blew that line
He told me to treat females like toasters
The only options are to slowly burn, brittle
Or escape, blowing through the ceiling
