a crazed moon
tatiana without a horse
olympia where are my truffles?
pleaded like a shackled witch
and waited like an exuberant nympth
Big rooms, greedy caverns
the inches of my distress
and sitting there
puddle of mud, weeper
I can't move in this room
the mirror will fall down
the shower pane will explode!
scrub dem eyes
scrub dem eyes
12 hours of sleep
blood in the bed
oh! come lay your head, my sweet
and muted now, after the scream of another usual disturbance
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