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TRAINTRACK LUST
A throat full of sawdust and a smile full of nails;
You are a pretty, gooey mess upon the subway rails,
Although you've got no breath left in those splintered lungs of yours,
I can hear your lovesick whispers
From beyond these yellow shores.
The form of your intestines scream a bloody love confession,
A smudged paragon of red muscle sans discretion.
You are a pretty, gooey mess upon the subway rails,
Although you've got no breath left in those splintered lungs of yours,
I can hear your lovesick whispers
From beyond these yellow shores.
The form of your intestines scream a bloody love confession,
A smudged paragon of red muscle sans discretion.
Published 11th May 2015
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