your homegirl is your homegirl always
u lace your bird thing as it flew to safety
trouble trouble, it was always the same
your hand with the welts that agony
makes
lace was cheap always
cheap the way that music
lights and u drop your
answers; it was light
and it was
u drop your brain in the sea
it was never always an
opportunity; drop an
opportunity, would
she
here was never light in your hand
u answer the way u open
u lose the days in your
hand
u drop your face, narcissistic lace
your bird answers time
it was a thing with a face
i didnt have time to answer your hand
u are the sea opened outside
the sea contradicts u
the music is now open as an execution
i answer your music
i answer a bird
my sea opens my brain
sink open and drop my light
u were never the same again
your hand answers your own
there
the hand is a mean thing
the sea is technology
and the sea was
never u
just drop this flag and it sinks
u are the same again
time, the way a minor planet opens
at the center for minor holidays
the floor is a mean thing and
u are light in my ears
lace the sea that answers me
the sea is the answer in my hand
the floor of the ear
the way the brain unthinks me
and an answer appears
your face is trouble
trouble music lights
my ear
the narcissistic answer of a bird
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