I am in love. Molly girlfriend. I'll beat her.
I'll surpass her. I will bury her for you.
Sheets. On sheets. Over. I will bury her.
I will make you press your heel against the spade
that digs the last clod
that rains over her grave. And I will take
the handle from your hand
to tip down and pat it firm
to be sure, should zombies walk,
she'll have a difficult time
through packed dirt.
Can I call you Phillip?
Tall, dark, and handsome, man.
Tall, dark, and suspiciously easy, man.
What's your game?
What's your game!
What is your game.
Blush moon.
Wreck in common.
I know tin goes for about five and a half cents a pound
these days. Have you scuba? Do not drown.
Let us go down
with lead weighted vests. It will be a laugh
to talk with sign language, Will.
Rubbing shoulders and rubbing shoulders.
Good morning Bill, is it Phil now?
"Take this, it will help you sleep."
Peal. Take this. I get that sometimes, but
"trust me." DFMOQXDI
Sunrisen should be a color. The color of your lips
when you go
on and on about the way the mailman keeps leaving
your outgoing mail instead of sending it off
to destinations necessary. Hours knot
into moth wing's beats
at the edge
of the embers in my belly.
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