ode to lullaby
its your in your riffs
the way the melodies detox my
nightmares of you
in the way the gun shells still over populate my purses
from those days we spent
shooting rhymes at eachother
stars dont haunt anymore
this is what without you smells like
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Skeletons in Prose Nightmares from cultures visited Replenished over horizons reversed this is the way the ground envelops me
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