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It swells
twists, stings
Storms in my guts
Storms in my guts
This love thing
Just shut up
Stop writing

I have an inch

and you need a mile

Purple blood
green knives
Green blood
purple razors
It sits and rots
It sits and rots

Fertilizes a flower
in remembrance of you

This love thing
It cant have my bones
My already red bones
Heart outstretched itself
Covers this whole body

Carve this into skin
I always wanted to

This purple thing
with green feelings
Rising above us
into a horse-shaped cloud

With my
inch
and your
mile

We'll get there someday.