Paroles de The Young Man Ma-i-d/e A Need
both perfecthead and betrayal
feign immorality
my allegiance to the distants
is like smiling
squatting naked
over the mirror
witha shit
smear moustached lip,
and two fingers
in my ass
our longing need
sorting and desires
renegotiating. my own
joan of arc's bones kicked
around-
unwound spine
and fingered eyes,
found nothing
to lose is all we have
and shame our finest luxury
and why cant this we stop all this blowjobishness?
over the mirror
witha shit
smear moustached lip,
and two fingers
in my ass
our longing need
sorting and desires
renegotiating. my own
joan of arc's bones kicked
around-
unwound spine
and fingered eyes,
found nothing
to lose is all we have
and shame our finest luxury
and why cant this we stop all this blowjobishness?
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