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rui effe (ART)

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tangled up in a white heart i cannot go back to that lamb land.
the thorn of roses takes up my spine and needle's climb 'n dig.
forked like a liars tongue that twists the truth for convenience.
i am blinded to any virtues less they slap my face and scream.
i could turn to dust and rest upon her upper lip. her upper lip.
the sweat drips and rides down my back into the open wounds.
am i dying or am i dead?

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cocaine jesus (WORDS)