Mess

Rip the wings off of a butterflyand make a stained glass messon all your finger tipsbelow these power lineswhere everything is leaving.Let the vodka in her crystal glassdistract you from the angel paintingseverywhere; all looking downand holding in the sound.Watch the moss grow onthe cellphone towerbirds live in by peckingthrough the metal.A generation of broken […]

Mess

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