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i’m a slut and you’re my bed
let me lie upon your head
split your skull devour your dreams
tear your sheet apart the seams

please let me see these insiders
oh let me crawl in your spiders

dip the matress throw the covers
only originals for us lovers
be my pillow be my princess
through crumbling kingdoms of excess

take the fall paint it red
do remember what i said
a hundred sheep along the stream
into the arms of morpheme

a tongue sharpened along the wood
can only do so much good

i’m a slut and you’re my bed
why can’t i wake up instead
lay me down and let me breathe
perhaps i’ll wear this silken wreath

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silence is golden but a slip of the tongue makes you shiver