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- Too late to think or feel,
- Shots of morphine to
- The skull’s base,
- A pleasant release
- A relinquishing of all
- There is to feel.
- Crushing, crushing,
- Tear the bridge down
- Let the stone fly
- To the river below
- And feel the sparkling
- Sewage rumble across
- A great wave of loose
- Pains.
- Feel her twist inside you,
- Her hips wrapped tight
- Around you.
- Drink gin,
- Fuck hard,
- Think nothing,
- Feel everything
- OD’d on mescaline in the
- Early morning, stars trapped
- In her eyes.
- Blue streaks across the chin,
- Black streaks across the heart,
- Burns on the tips of the fingers.
- Astronauts, burned in earth’s
- Air, the great ship plummets,
- Nuclear horizons and tiny
- Little white pills.
- Drink gin,
- Fuck hard,
- Think nothing,
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