glimmers in your hemp eye void
a putrid hand, a swollen hole
to lick the gun
to leave the world
her breath
makes me whole
we sit & the room disappears
it’s only void
it’s only trees
your hemp eye sings
it sounds like heaven
to me
the way I’m meant to be
in idiocy

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