tarmouth
loving girls with sawder-shut mouths
and blinking eyes but no really sound
they walk in droves
& cut your hearts out
brilliantly lit on pitch background
stars laying on their backs watching us
her heart beats so heavy hard
her breath alone, it shakes the ground
and with it all, in this dying sound;
one spoke up and she spoke loud.
*Yeah, you got it. Mhmm.
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