Matty
- Aug 22, 2021
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[untitled 6w]

If my body and I were two, the questions I would ask

If the night was young would you remember?

When we danced a little two step

and talked with the cup

hand in

When the sister with changing hair did the diddy

and we felt alive again

screaming at the tops of our lungs about

zionist terror

lovely souls

and how the devil may care

with fast goods and citrus sisters

When you walked in the tartan shoes over avenues

You: my body and I: my memory

From Rockefeller we made our way

and we felt alive again

in that narrow nook

in the city of the damned

or else,

the lesser of the seven evils.

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