who is happy in the mirror? discussing for evermore lines drawn more clearer?
4 million miles, the gripes and then the insurmountable trials.
queenie don’t scurry off in your rhinestone tights and leave without a party favor bag,
you didn’t need to say it, last runway pose,
for the fag in drag.
it’s either my brain or my skull that is and reverberates.
it’s like thinking love can make your bottom heart ache?
like planning for and shoring against it all, it’s all fake.
I hate to prose and illitereate, like something in a sentence is
bout to suffocate. you can call it what you want, maybe there are such things dire like fate.
i wish i could be your last chance to change, believe, or escape.
I lost the ability to cry again. This time it has twenty three minutes since it has returned since when. I keep a stiff upper lip. A well groomed lip and a thigh on a woman I can sink my teeth in. Kissing is exactly love being shared and eaten.
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