Can You Sit Here And Eat The Sugar With Me
While I Shake The Stars
And We'll See What Falls Out
Debris And Blood Has Been Making Trails,
Far From Me To Bring You There
Without Some Kissing In The Parking Lot
Saying 'You're Just Flared Nostrils And Pale
Skin Flamed And Fire And Flares
And Hot, Hot It's So Damn Hot'
Yet The Inhaled Perfume And Dust Disagree
Making The Air Far Thinner As You Redress
Your Knot Tied Waist Skinning Me Cheap
Burning Tidy Flakes Off Of Me
But Keeps Us Together Upon Your Hem
You Say 'Just Shake The Stars And Then Go To Sleep'
CK
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