give me a moment to clean what you’ve stole
the streets will hang high, stretch ribs and let taste
we’ll cover the smell with silver nitrate
mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
…
glossolalia covers my skin
glycerin and the turbulence
stuffed the voice inside of God
mirrors to the animals
Added March 21, 2016
My, how my musical tastes of changed.
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