12/30
how does that one go again?
the car and the grave in the dirt
and the terrible things you do,
and ask yourself - whose body is it now?
which furious pair of stars, reaching
and smashing into the sun,
getting into the wrong hearts?
or maybe the cars are crashing on
your behalf. you're not sure when
you told them. by now, you've confessed
your crimes and passions to about two-fifths
of this universe. and the universe is everywhere.
on the road where we reversed into a phone booth,
on the windows where you can see
your soul and its intentions, in the few
places where the world has already ended.
Gender:
Points: 85
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