heavensakes
sushi and (hot tea) slurp
the
bygone days /before me
i
present
my worst /presently/ to you,
undone
in hot saki shoes
and
crimson avocado worlds
oh (heckfire)
i need to be done with you.
slovenly
in this old sound
my new/fab/ world caves in
as
(during my volcanic ash detox) i
cry
william / out to you.
be my poet,
baby. (please).
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