It can’t
work if we don’t have time
Take my
eyes, take my ears
I can
still hear
I know
you don’t care, I know your
Mother
wouldn’t mind
Just kill
me here, with the knife
That you
lick at night
Inside
my brain, living and hanging
Flies,
withering away
Trying
to make sense of this love
That you
claim to give me
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