The echo slowly consumed with you
the echo slowly consumed with you says disenchantment is a prelude to quenching a knot of code
the sun’s dodge and burn on an empty playground says your spine tastes slipping down your throat after your blue cars are gone tossing empty pizza boxes into blackness a bitten blonde engrossed in her phone
this soaked moon says all her dead lovers linger in her throat
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