blue note
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
  
I kicked ass cloud
spitting passion
I walk on earth
making out in the
sun
I pry up her eyes
leaned wearily
impaled on the work of the moon
back up to stabbing
could not pout stars
sow rolling trees
sweat pouring
blood boil
I shook on it
and argh, - 
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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