Friday, August 14, 2026

it cuts you down to soft parts

like wheat through a thresher

the muscles that never get stretched

cool girls with scary bedrooms

cliches that bad people love

it’s a miracle we all don't kill ourselves

shivering organic jukebox

strangling under a tongue

it’s a good miracle

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