we were welding semaphores and seasons
entire wardrobes dancing to the blues
haiti sank beneath the rubble
these days, i don't know what to do
adam pointed me towards the serpent.
and i, i vomited up
every last bit of that apple
but i still tasted metal between my
fillings and i still felt
blood beneath my nails.
adam pointed me towards the serpent
and the serpent, he gave me
one hell of a shit-eating grin
and nothing else.
there is a pitch for every kind of tear.
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:< (my recent comments have been extraordinarily inarticulate so i decided to stop trying the english language)
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