lipstick mouths are close up warm and breathy
drunk fingers resting on me
eyes
saying its nothing
nothing at all
just
skeleton hands playing the broken piano
I USED TO DO WHITE GOOD FRAUD
she's
whisper-shouting
into my ear
FUCK IT, IT WAS CURRYS, I DID LOADS OF SHIT
I USED TO BE A TRAVELLER
another is
whisper-shouting
into my ear
LIVED ON A DRIVEWAY, DON’T TELL ANYONE
secrets spilling
out of over-filled mouths flashing animal tongues
eyes saying its nothing
nothing at all
just
the new dead being buried on top of old kills
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