well still don't fucking touch me

those words come out hotter than my breath

and i don't like to use the word fuck

when it's unnecessary

lately it's seemed necessary

what if i don't want love or money?

and don't want to believe there's anything higher

it's all air, and that's mostly all carbon dioxide

i wanna live in a universe where

water's densest at zero degrees celsius

like it should be

where a mustard seed's only as big as a mustard seed

fuck what's in our hearts, fuck faith and fuck trees

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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