got married
simply to get
divorced;
russell was a bad brand
me
with your lips
kiss
so sweet
and how low to the floor
can you go
down on me
as we
stay up all night
talking
and fucking
to keep our
love from
becoming
fucked
up
on drugs-
sick with it
for ever
and all
ways
ain’t always
green
ring
around this
rosy with pockets
full of posies
ashes ashes
we all fall
in love
like falling forward
in spring or
daylight savings
account is empty
thank god for your love being
free
me
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