her lips
the only source of heat
in these cold city streets
his lips
soft and skilled
he won't be billed
their lips
red and kissable
evidence admissible
my lips
cracked and bleeding
I might be needing
chap stick
love sick
my pulse exceeding
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it started off only on the can
but now I feel your hands
down there all the time
need an ice pick through my eye
to fix my mind
I suffer so much
nobody can touch
my skin or my mind
wish I could rewind
but where would I go
a time without pain
I don't know
does that exist
I know I'd be missed
but every day is a battle
I'd rather be in Montana
herding cattle
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hammer to my skull
hope it makes a hole
mallet to my head
existential dread
nail inside my knee
wish I could just flee
maggot on my tongue
it hurt when I was young
feeling like an alien
never really fitting in
way too loud I'd bounce around
sponge inside my brain
try and clean the stains
windex on my eyes
nowhere left to hide
mop between my feet
hard to keep it neat
spiders laying eggs
in between my legs
creep and crawl
down the hall
behind that door
a bruise not from a fall
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The world has this attitude
your mother would never hurt you
And if she did, you can't be mad
She did her best with what she had
You never went hungry
so you should be glad
You had a place to sleep
that's more than others had
And oh, about that other stuff
She only did it because she had it tough
She hardly ever made you bleed
I'm sure you'll be fine and in life, succeed
By cutter
