sherbet
who knows when we fooled by love
trauma, plaster and oppression
take my measure by your lips
pitch-black smiling on my wrists
forget me, let the cookies get stale
marbling, insanity and consolation
let the human hide the human in his blood
your breathe is puerpera sherbet of my heart
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