Drown in seconds of embalming feedback
Sax howling my face raw, destroyed
Nights spent lost in poets, head of mercury
Kneeling at the gate of that monolithic valentine
Cigarette, bed, churning and pencil scratches
Falling asleep to dream of perfect worlds
Fighting my idols through papyrus groves
Nothing but my starved naked thoughts for a lullaby
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