Here,
It’s all hooded eyes and flooded lungs.
It’s all gorging on poster pull-outs
And ripped up pages
Of words we saw but never read.
It’s all hearts on the outside.
It’s all teary eyes and torn up letters.
It’s all Tinas and Glorias
And the way we come together.
It’s all light in the darkness
And collect calls in the chapel.
It’s all excrements
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