Just Go Home


every day breaks and every bird sings and every touch hurts and every word stings every bite is venom and every roof a tomb and every talk a plenum and every silence doom baby you have ventured too far from your dome you’ve had your adventure now just go home…

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bursts of red and blue stars framed in bronze soaked into my flesh stained fast as day dawns a brush of fingers or of clothes takes me back to the place and time we joined together the story written on my face those who call it sickness the beasts that…

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