I’d pay them to turn that music off

marvels, marvels

abandon the squalor! questing;

don’t stop to question the blood in your bile;

rubies in the corners of your eyes;

the early knock on the door, lie about age lie about height

lie about the metal in your veins; I’ll lie awake wondering how it got there.

 

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