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May Eighteen

please devour me and take me away

baby I'm not suicidal

I'm just a ghost that can't walk through walls and seep through concrete

i wish i was 4 feet from the sun
and four feet away from my soul

i miss your fingers tapping my spinal cord while you're reciting your worries in Portuguese

are you still anxious from those drugs doctor martin gave you

baby you're the number one spice in my life

I'm aching ,
aching is the itch to my crave.

your nectar always gave the sweet,
sweet honeybees purple love

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