Want to paint the fault lines that intertwine your thoughts
drink of your aspirations before we get thrust into this long winded choke
on the advice of your tongue slipping from the re verb of reason
fascination with how I dive curtailed by the waves we swim
your inward promises choke me like a concubine out of 1924
slit the veins free and let freedom cum all over your reign
just four times before they jet me off to bed
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