Kiss the breath back into my lungs...
and whisper into my deaf ears
[if you can taste the blood on my lips].



And tell me if the tears are too much...
and I'll -feed- them to the

thunder clouds.


And they'll devour them
like broken temple gods
that decayed...
.just a little too late.


Just for you baby.
Only for you.
 
For your hatred is my cigarrette...
 and I'll smoke it s/l/o/w/l/y'

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