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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables Love, the way we do itSing, damn you, sing
sing to me the words that well up in you like a riptide pulling you down Stop with foolish dreams like happiness and dance and Sing, dammit. Sing, you bloody fool, sing sing to me of death and stench of it that frightens you like a bloody machete Stop with the maddness of God and Hope and Sing, dammit. Sing, you utter bitch, sing sing to me of despair and the wrath of your curves like the sex you believe matters Stop with your lies of truth and Love and Sing, Dammit. This is my song to you my unholy spew of vitriole and desire Stop me with a cold hard fuck and Sing, Dammit. |
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