Screams and streams,
Of harsh blunt purity,
Leeches of the night,
Spite me and curses of pursed
Cracked lips,
Screeching for well-being
Lunches of tobacco stained
Hunches,
Brunches of terrific profound conversation
Flares and
Perishes.
We are all one,
All tendrels of one new,
Hip,
Crop.
Dance with me stars!
We are born again,
Dying beautifully every time.
Need the beat breaking hearts,
The teeming and dancing of youth,
Perish
Perish
Perish
Stagnant beauty.
Oh! Stagnant beauty
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