You're always glad for discontent
but don't ever let it be faceless
no, let's pin its abdomen
to the wall
your wound is not a lazy smile
and life is not a stylish film
but we can get so close if
the lighting is right
you're always glad for discontent
but don't ever let it be faceless
no, let's pin its abdomen
to the wall
never spoil a winning tryst
you shoplifter, thieving virgins
sipping boys' young blood and dreaming of art
to a dream from a lack,
as simple as that
first he hit you, then you forgot it
till he held you up by the neck
once the tiny
black dots had started
you just could not stop laughing

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