I have no idea what I'm doing here.
There's a load of beer
and I can hear hell knocking
on constant's wall.
Problem is, when I help her move the bed
my gut growls
and reminds me how long I've leased it
to client named Rot.
the pit
the bottom
the burn
the love
the longing
the regret
Oh, to chase a tail-
like a dog
woof, woof.
My emptiness is of global proportions
and your fulfillment is a digit
solitary, willful
your own heart in hand, bleeding
epic in standard.
Over my shoulder we go -
if you survive the dry air and potato sack
its
WELCOME TO THE OASIS
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