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all the coke lines in the bathroom
	lined up and she’s lined up and it’s just a number and
                                   her days are numbered
                  she said she likes it rough
                   so you took some sandpaper,
                    made a moving floor in a room with no exits except                       some twisted path
                         ran and she ran and she ran    and she lied down                                          sludge
                                                                               you lied, lingerie, lingering
                you got to see beneath her skin                                                                      pulled her h
                  because beneath her clothes wasn’t enough                                                 her shirt up
                       you remembered that barbie dolls don’t breathe                        screams of pleasure
                   remembered some cat scratches                                                  walking dogs barking
      she tied your hands up or something                                                                     in her panties
       f*cked you too hard                                                                            stimulate         so special
she ran for you
dead in the park, she was                                                                                                  in love
you were                                                                                                                       your eyes
 watching
       masked it as something you could                                                                  can’t separate
          —oh so you’re sorry now
        masked in your face her blood
           under the tree, you on the rocks               salt                  the salt from your sweat and c*m
           she’d grow into soil and you into air                                                                 or was it
                   morning, that morning air                                                                     tears and blood
                    remember what your name is:
oops
                      you think you killed it      
                                                                                                at least in one piece,                                                                                   disassembled
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