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Damp moss tumbling under like my teeth around your neck
Feeling space
Taste the blood
Keeping pace
Like a flood
Marbled bones, glinting sun
This is my kingdom
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God is a place
02:20
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metrodome
01:46
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parlorwhore
03:00
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evading the cavalry
01:00
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"Please", she whispers,
"How may I help you?"
The screen lights up,
A voice; a room you enter,
Numbers you finger- heated and sterile, almost.
The phone beside her never rings,
Like a toy, like a prop.
My father lifts the receiver in the night,
He speaks into it, asks:
"Where's the money?", asks:
"Why can't I sleep?", asks:
"Who left me outside?"
The phone rings on a desk,
When he lifts it- a desk somewhere in Texas,
Someone is always supposed to be at that desk,
But no one ever is, not at night.
A machine speaks while my father tries to speak,
It doesn't listen, it only speaks,
My father's face reflected dimly on the screen.
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pyramid level
02:12
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pretty acidity
02:20
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Saint Misery Boston, Massachusetts
Evie Lee McGinness
"it's like if they played penis music at the goth club"
label //: no agreements
merch //: bonfire
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