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There is a whole in the wall that I watch you through |
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Dank and lined thickly with pale seeds |
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You are a sickly brittle crustacean |
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When I cover the hole with my ear I hear you |
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Mumble about the silence and I know you are flicking your fingers towards the whole |
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I am not afraid of you |
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Although I know you know I'm here |
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You cant see me |
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You press your lips to the whole and run your tongue along the seeds |
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You hiss for me through the mouth in stone |
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I am blue |
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I am malignant |
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I am terribly filled |
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You implore |
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You beguile |
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Tease you |
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Whisper about the sunlight and giggle as you scamper in the shadows |
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Promising me you feel it |
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Rubbing your twig wrist against the wall until it bleeds |
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I don't do that often although it is my favorite game |
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Do you see how kind I am? |
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I sing you lullabies when you are weeping |
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I roll pearls and razorblades through the hole to you |
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I call you insect insect |
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You are weak |
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And when I ache I fuck the mouth in stone and I tell you it is your hole I am fucking |
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You cough and cry |
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Through the dark the seeds fall onto your face and soon I will have a garden |
