Map of the Things You ForgotCindy St. John
Taste/mine endless pennies flow out of your mouth like this shit just got real you are a baby/lake have no voice see all I’ve said see yourself/another woman to worry/dream a love every moment participates in this mess lay your body/tracks you are a distance many arms and you might as well remember the mystery/light when you were new you can learn the body again you can get wasted like a language the desert is also a distance between you is a distance in itself and it is so fucking hot, babe/baby bent hard as if night were not the train/bridge you took to get here.
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