wrote a book about god across
my lover’s pale back
laughed when she cried and when
she bled and this is where you
tell me i’m an asshole and
this is where i agree
this is where i tell you the
world is full of pretty girls
the shopping malls and
post offices are
just waiting to be shot to pieces
all of this freedom and nothing
for any of us to do but
abuse it like a child
left crying out in the rain
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