| undress my palm we find lines ending at you. your feet up and down, up and down your eyes straight ahead your uniform sealed tight. in the wool walls of a forgery is my one chance i wander through your industrial preempted youth i wander through your mother�s senile heart i wander through your soul�s fascist tv and find myself cringing with escape you watch with your loaded gun waiting for the moment that i cross into your 3rd degree burns, into your newborn skin into the parts that keep you hiding waiting for the moment that i rise up against, up through and find yourself in love when your lines end at me. |
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