crush

crush the fruit of your lips

into me before the last

breath of this land is gone.

kiss the mouth that lies and

drink the new wine.

maybe I'll remember
your name, maybe I'll scratch
new lines in the dirt, or
maybe I'll find an ax so I can reach the noose.


let's boil this down to a better purity
of malice, two small deaths
irredeemable to any surrender. Lets
be relentless in our mistakes



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