[dead man]

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go live today and tell me how it felt.
there's nothing left to mellow me, let's melt
into soupy serendipity like stars in a belt
no apples for a doctor to sell. we're bobbing for shells
pop your Klonopin. watch the pin drizzle onto the floor
cliffside the monolith's shore. comet dust our water resource
chlorinated puddles in a tropical storm
swan-dive, the cannonball was par for the course
i left you, shallow and warm. gasping for more
battled disorders by our lonesome but together we mourn
its a legend reborn, reformatted and edited forward
nestle mugs and christmas decor. Mademoiselle at the door
metal cases metamorphic melatonin your pores
amazonian warlord. anybody's crush but nobody's whore
let me open it. rotate the torque and hope that it turns
hiss hateful words and hope that it burns. who am i kidding?
i just wrote you a verse with a prayer that it helps
you know exactly how to make me stay. you made me yourself
coveralls and chuckie dolls your barbie collection
is art in its essence. human being or mark of retention
plastic moldy manifold a point of contention
wax features wax poetic. full attention you're granted
melt into your handprint our identity clash
i would have made us happy if you asked
but ye without anticipation never detaches
thinking to himself: this, too, shall pass