Botch
All eyes on me, it's why we never speak.
For now we'll just sit locked and dilated.
I feel buried or maybe I'm just alone.
So cover me in black.
It's for history.
So retire the ships, the final voyage was his.
Spitting Black
John Woo
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Saint Matthew Returns To The Womb
I Wanna Be A Sex Symbol On My Own Terms