day eleven
day twelve
day thirteen
day fourteen
day fifteen
spend all your love
you can't take it with you
use your body hard
you can't take it with you
this is a fresh hard rip
rugged, dry, unclean
this is a dark blood anger
running, deep, wet
i feel my hands every day
i react react
i hold myself at night
cradle the sacred
talk to the fear
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