Parenthetical Girls
Present Perfect (An Epithalamium)
Like blood to bruiseYour clothes clung close to youAnd they're grown backTo hues of curls you've kept from viewAnd my steps divide (?)Alas that I saw youAs much as each of usWe just assumed you knewWe knewWe doWe do, ohWe doWe do, ohWe fucked through your roomWhich traipse and turn through youRetrace those restless days,Now placed amongst the pewsAnd all as we onceWhen I last laid hands on youYour touch left most of usWith tails and tongues removedAnd we knewSongtexteSo speaks the priest of less reprievesAnd each forever holds his peaceYou stumbled once on vows of trustBut don't worry kidYour secret's safe with usOhOhOhOhHow we all salivate when the bells ringHow we all salivate when the bells ringOhOhOhOhAnd we all salivate when the bells ringAnd we all salivate when the bells ringStill we all salivate when the bells ringAnd we all salivate when the bells ringOhOhOhOhOhOhOhOhStill we all salivate when the bells ringStill we all salivate when the bells ring
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