i got your blood on my teeth

i got your skull in my sock drawer

i still like the smell of fruit

more'n the smell of flowers

so the time still passes slow

as the sun moves round the earth

once a year see its fire see its heat grow

see your lovers lower limbs swell

with blood when he stands so long

this moment

the animals

all are happy

behind bars



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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