I don't know. Fuck. Stop asking me.
The Eel-Tiger
Ear drops leak from your own soaked ears, I don't understand it much.
Time stands over your rotting body, peeling designs in orange rinds.
Losing it, O yes, stop this terror!
Find me openings, way under the night you drowned.
Bengal drops accumulate from stars' own spheres; ears' drums don't work, it
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