Olehole
Treble Hook
I can feel that itching in the veinsto sugar coat with the arsenic glazesoft destroyer reapply the bufferchase the moon to an ethyl graveparched sun seep draw and quarterthe body landscape quakesbleed out repeat transfusionleft wanting with the empty achecommiserate every peak and pitinebriate with a barbed conduitreplay the impulsethe hand to the lipexhale and swallowthe tumblers will tipto pour out the nightsand wring out the dayswhen the drought comeswe're scoured alone
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