If this is a game, you’re cheating. 2016

Compassion is the overarching conclusion

It was said, like I wanted so long ago

To let go, to know thy self and screaming intuition

Oh, baby, the sounds you made

I picked up some pieces

Rubbed him raw

Ate out of the palm of my, his hand

Could of been different

We both played heavy cards

No games my love

Manipulation is crying for attention

Begging of grass, skin, lips, disconnection

Touching of your hand

Complex organs of the Empress

There is a way

Inhale, exhale your smoke

Let’s grab a beer, babe.

 

 

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