when i drink
i see new york
i am swinging from ropes
tied to industrial fans
how do i
stay sane
in th i s w o r l d
without your p
e
r
f
e
c
t
loove?
i want to hang there like a toulouse latrec
children
will
carve
runes
into my sternum
may be
they'll salt me
and for centuries
read the
stories
across
my
chest
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