More chewy frustrations and a mattress where the springs dig into the flesh.
For a minute there was complete belief.
But through the absolute glory of the heart and libido
and disappointment
You (the collective) put the cold water down
Proved with esteem
Our echo doesn't sound like what you
Retold over eggs benedict
Saying what others want
Flatters not even my lower half
Right now I'm slicing through
Earth's fruit and clear sweet juice
Covers my hands like a sticky tattoo
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