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IF YOU SEE THIS BEAUTIFUL [REDACTED], PLEASE KILL IT

I stopped hearing god
after heartbreak
some red wing muse
to pine over

hate to admit
I’ve begged before
Say It Right
say it with flowers
say anything

I visit a club called heaven
where I am bored to tears
sober as the dishes
sober as silence
sober as feeling

do I not have nine lives
do I not have angels on my side

what if god wants me
to steal more, untiy
an earworm
I am your favorite song
so hold it like your breath
passing a cemetery

C U NEXT TUESDAY

riding holy I gloat
how eroded of you
to be so gorged on me
bereft of dignity
glory, to be a god on high

my little peach
there is a remedy
love on days off
glory, to be a rave in my mind
a steamy receiving
a sugar glass crack
a bevy of very good girls
and virile bad boys

god made my honky tonk angels
and I just licked the jelly jar clean
in high, in heaven
there is a place, pray
that I am forgiven and hot

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