..i'm a junkyard full of false starts,
and i don't need your permission
to bury my love under this bare light bulb
..the moon is a sickle cell..
it'll kill you in time
you cold white brother riding your blood
like spun glass in sore eyes
while the moon does its division you're buried below
and you're coming up roses everywhere you go...
red roses follow
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