new tits (you fool not me at all)
in the next yard
dogs like to bark loud
your eyes slip on my old body
along my deep-moon fence
an iron knife, so unwholesome
stroke my face
daisy-yellow fingers
i’m going to think about your prison
new tits (you fool not me at all)
you fool not me at all
no, the rest of the day
all I can do is guess
but i can guess
well
very fucking well
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