for the love I’d fallen on / in the swampy August dawn / what a mischief you would bring young darling! / when the onus is not all your own / when you’re up for it before you’ve grown
from the faun forever gone / in the towers of your honeycomb / I’d a torn your hair out just to climb back darling / when you’re filling out your only form / can you tell that it’s just ceremon’ / now you’ve added up to what you’re from
build your tether rain-out from your fragments / break the sailor’s table on your sacrum / fuck the fiercest fables I’m with Hagen
for the love, comes the burning young / from the liver, sweating through your tongue / well, you’re standing on my sternum don’t you climb down darling / oh the sermons are the first to rest / smoke on Sundays when you’re drunk and dressed / out the hollows where the swallow nests.
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