i have to do pullups, but you're so beautiful
with whispers hard back of the throat and picnics
while drinks are left under the table as we stumble
down texas and home again,
rules still intact
water the plants, and loud speaker sound in the room next door.
you're killing me, winks and hand pats
so i'm a little girl again
crying as the shitty world reveals
a lucky hand
forgetkarma
a crow pecking the eyes
a black bomb in the sky'
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