woke up late today
stone eyelids
sky is grey
I am ok
the stench of dirty feet
honey and thyme in dark tea
feels like a home
emerald green faux fireplace
we can be stronger
more aware
have a better understanding
realization
change the empty role of toilet paper
salt stained boots that keep my toes cold
caught a cough
take a hit from a bong
I’ve come to terms with time
how it is weight
I’ve come to acknowledge aspiration
how it is fabricated
red painted nails
tearing holes in skin
waiting for it to scab
chipping away
dried up water colors
caressing hands upon skin
no strangers or friend
no cigar
snow peas and burlap bags
taken from a ship
dressed in drag dreams
seems almost possible
to build a utopia
houses on a hill
amongst the riverside
drowning naked bodies
mind is galloping
tattoos on neck for the guillotine
this is the start off (12:15)
make my day make my day
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