Electric room and the moon
And I still want her
made a mistake, Kissed a snake
When I forgot her
We dressed up as ghosts to hide our respective shame
Cutting holes for just our eyes in the sheets
(Thin sheets, borrowed sheets, warm sheets,--- something with the sheets)
I only recall the first ones name
But remember how her clothes changed
She had made herself relevant again
Her body more thin and estranged
Her wrists, her neck, her ankles
Strange jewelry
Charms to ward me off
Misshapen eroticism in her cough
Thin collegiate cruelty
In all this:
She, the indemnity
-Apesblood
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