dig the womb

have my jewels
take my pride
dead i’ve been
from deep inside
speak to me
another lie
best believe
rest will die
now i toss
here i turn
words that burn
make the numb
sheepishly churn
words of cane
candied sugar
from my bedding
seething bitter
night turns light
days of shiver
coital loss
mind of blither
surface shake
beggars bum
on me feed
twisted thumb
were the dead
safely come
sailor’s tomb
take the soon

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Magical Karma

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