Sunshine & Coconut Milk

You wear her ring

I'll cut your palm

Draw your blood

Skin cells fusing with the dust

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I trace the scar

On my left hand

A lifeline made

Slam the glass and cut it again

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You turn away

To ashen Verde

And shriveling flowers

Come back with uninspired eyes for this tired pen

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So I spit on your grace

That comes bearing shelter

And descend upwards

To putrid ducts where I can freely release my own sins
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Then I ascend downwards

To appease wasted salt

And find you there with a gun

And bullets on a three-legged table set for two