What words can I repeat?
I’ll behave or cut the cunts and make symphonies to your run on sentience.
Bolding the line of my heart, giving and killing and smiling.
Who are the inches of heaven and who are the devil ravers?
I will decide to kiss the blood of my family and maiden names.
I will forget every lesson of homosexuals and my italic brother.
Falling down to every frown from the speedy cum.
Hitting hard or harder than David.
I am sight or the pain of sight, to say the least.
I am caring and caring and saying I care.
I shut down the pages of Safran and shake myself bald.
I am not truth or your love.
Just
Here, take my days and shimmer or don’t.