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You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it. Kiss me hard enough to invert me.
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You look like youβve eaten the sun, like
you drank so much sunlight youβre drowning in it.
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Yves Olade (Bloodsport)
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All that matters is that you want me.
Say the word & Iβll burn for ten days.
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I fell onto love like a sword,
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our mouths are wounds that speak in tongues of healing.
we say, sacrifice.
we mean, murder.
our lips are red for a reason.
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I know how your rage can light a thunderstorm or flood a town; so if there's ever blood on your hands again, I want it to be mine.
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I called from the wrong side of a fire door to tell you that I might come home. static and silence. then you said, donβt.
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So I fell into the space between my body & the ground β a longing named gravity. A desire born impossibly hungry.
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our mouths are wounds that speak in tongues of healing.
we say, sacrifice.
we mean, murder.
our lips arered for a reason.
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Yves Olade (Bloodsport)
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O, how much kindness there is between the thought of violence & itβs fulfilment.
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Yves Olade (Slaughterhouse)
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& in the end I carved my scream from my throat myself. violence always my first instinct
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He cut the heart out of me all peach stone, & crushed me to pieces pomegranate.
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I imagine my heart a revolver warm as your chest beneath my hand & every chamber of it open & totally empty.
spin the cylinder of its atrium & watch how nothing comes out.
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Maybe Iβm tired of rooms full of knives & still being the most dangerous thing around.
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Crack open the caverns of my heart and see: every chamber has a bullet inside it.
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