emphatic denials of

heartache lost over the sea

then to the forever of blood

rising up underneath the tables

seeing legs and hearts and liver

glandular mistakes that leave us

leave us lying down there wanting

but when we get up there's nothing

but drudgery and murder and crying

and a numbness that is the craving

and everything stops


we pray

for this

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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