livehere/livenow

she said, maybe, baby, in your hypodermic dreams.
you're needle-sweet and incomplete,
you really swept me off my feet
with all your hare-brained schemes.
so will you greet the cold concrete
or dangle from the beams?
you can't defeat your own heartbeat
or conquer your bloodstream.
she said, you're ripping at the seams.

losing steam

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