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wine black teeth talking dark and sweet no waiting for a starless night pitch-black and swallowing air giving away the bride the motherboard is rotten like old fruit from the cable to the stem from the mortar to the cable to the brain giving away the bride never alone never alone
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the words avoid my tongue a wish to awake picture-less to lean your fever up against mine trees are growing from our grave roots are tangled in our bones polish girls in ruins tease like chinese letters left undone on a black wall invitation say goodnight before you go cut lips on frozen words cracked teeth on hard syllables wolf's milk and painted eggs an opium eaters dream polish girls in silent tease ruined and undone when the moon decides to show a writing spider counts your teeth something broke in you before your heart stopped ticking you go undone cold & quiet ocean lungs to peel away time & distance a black wall invitation calm & lost the ripeness of the hour a black wall invitation say goodnight baptize this off of me before we turn bad
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birds escape from bayonet scars movie skin stealing pills nineteen twenty eight dies so sure the last firefly strikes the last light animal courage won't make you eyes grow wild caged manners fade horses heart burst throws rider race run this room planets freeze whale bone frame come new eyes froze planets hung from a whalebone frame lemon stung kiss gone voice gone we bend like trees toward the last light toward the last light nineteen twenty eight dies so sure
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a little narcotic warm on me what will i do without the weight of you funeral singers wail charity fails whose child are you now the lighthouse keeper grazed the lip spread like a fog stood in the weather and prayed for a push but doesn't take the jump again tonight the book is aching for the tree return to me all my friends are weeds and rain all my friends are half-gone birds are magnets all my friends are words all my friends are funeral singers wailing a spark is aching for the light return tonight all my friends are keeping time all my friends have just quit trying all my friends are funeral singers wailing
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luis buñuel made bullets and guns at home to pass the time away with careful fingers and eyes getting old smoking the whole time stars in the tide-pools dust in the daylight a great plague passes and saves us for later every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play gunpowder stains lose all sense of time can't seem to recall the function of what you lost yourself in making every whorehouse in ever civil war knows better ways to make you wait every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play luis buñuel watching the wine glass tremble as the train passes by wizened fingers revolution and lust soul and spine stars in the tide-pools dust in the daylight a great plague passes and saves us for later every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play every whorehouse in every civil war knows better ways to make you wait every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play
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gather twilight sun warm ears go cold ape-like in prayer still and gone sister no distance and time maybe make love stay mother hold tight milk drunk easy mind butcher and peel the feeling slips clear away ape-like held ground still around sister no gambling and god might make love stay a common enemy maybe make love stay drunk wife ride out this sunday meal ape-like undone quiet wife still and gone bullets and guns maybe make love stay gambling and god fly home fly home
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A Wish Made While Burning Onions Will Come True |
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a white dress falls miles to the floor like a blood letting promises colorblind and pale let it seethe against the veil between sleep and now a dog, an exorcist and a bride drunk and trading drain like dream from wine dark eyes a baby smiles a widow's smile tenderly swallowed up the blame and shat out the bones and fur aerial photography evidence wrecks a memory again a dog an exorcist and a bride drunk and playing hearts pace the trap and wait to let this long shadow pass evidence wrecks a memory again
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sip bourbon from her boot honey walls dunes drift inscription on a screaming birth levitation over softening strand alice marble gray a midnight swim a slight return a landscape rise a fractured fall driftwood boxes salt and bread a jelly glass a knife 2 guns a blanket and a spoon alice marble gray in pale arms like faraway bells the beach a cold kiss on the mouth ice water moon speed this heart
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adrift upon the irish sea dreaming all on the desert flats smash the atom with your back teeth grind touch my face with your foot long tone swept away the salt salt line swept away catacombed in sunday clothes gathering the wood to burn myself gone my flower my flower i'm still pretty drunk on easter day
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souls steal the rain soak up all the water in the air dawn lays bruised so many nights of light from the moon weight falls darlin' a house of stone filled sing to the wing old rope hands hard heel of bread wait falls darlin' (echoes off the brines the vines light from the) souls rain vine the second one down (steal the bread. spike the well. purr of moan) the purr of your moan echoes off of night crawlers in the air salt bread skin brines the vines and flowers for bees and krill weight falls darlin'
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william hovers bear trap teeth tender necks on tender knives cindy prone hung by heat soaks her dress in a long convulsion unremembering nest on winter bears on broken trees that we can last (eat each other) orbits crack spring comes late william sheds another wife wrists for pulses seed the clouds quiet as the first snow cold logic now her hot tears make me erect the shred of hope that we could last vexations gathering to re-assemble our impasse better angels drunk and slow sung to sleep in kitchen spanish unremembering nest on winter bears on broken trees that we can last (eat each other) better angels of our nature mercy mercy let this change take winter bears dream kitchen spanish mercy mercy let this healing take
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born like a secret die without noticing sleep like a slave rust on the vine call your ashes home born like a reason die like a sound secret keepers and slave traders still cauterize each other while we wait while we wait a man half finished with a bitch to please call your shadow home
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