The living, they say you’re dead, the dead, they say you’re dead, no one thinks they’re dead, always hope, for the light to shine once more, for the fire to burn, alas, on a separate space and time, the river diverged, and we are dead, does reality echo out, or will I continue dreaming, spring, and work calling, the underworld, at least be a mercenary, you think capitalism rules, but there are spaces outside of it, the West extends, my birthday came and went, so did Valentines day, dreaming of Velma all day, wake up, you were smoking meth by the dumpster, you fell asleep, accidentally started a fire, as your watching others burn, just know, when you look away, a piece of you burns with them, a fruit passing, start biting, I love worms, fish piss, grizzled sailor men, and the moon, plant a flag, too soon, say when, is it alright, get on stage, walk under the spotlight, Juliet, oh Juliet, why do people, justify, the fact that you’re thirteen, do you secretly dream of it, forbidden questions, asked at sleepover parties, who would you rather, have sliding in and out of your pie, I took a shit, it’s just your body, you’ll be alright, and I cried all night, asked daddy to hold me tight, and you know what, I burned under the sunlight.

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