there's something

about three pig corpses

swaying rhythmically on hooks

that fills a body up with joy

i hate you

but i'll forget that

i like when we fake smile

because they turn into real ones

just when it's us, though

my feet are cold

your belly's warm

well i'm just guessing that

our consciousnesses are so separate now

it's easier to guess what the stars think

hopefully tomorrow is nothing like today

and by tomorrow, i don't mean tomorrow

and by today, i certainly don't mean today

let's celebrate the first time i arrived

alive to speak and move and make and die

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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