home is a place where i can put my feet up
on your head, foot on head, rest your head
underwater underworld, i can't breathe when she's under me
so i take her one breath at a time
in intervals between my screams
this is how it happens in the real world-real world
my darling, i love you but i cannot stay here
the second momma birthed me, my soul was oiled
and i slip on my words, when i say i love you
but i do, really-
you're the only one who understands me
just as i understand these dust particles
and how they must have a history
which is why your name is written in my neck crease
but the word 'gone' is tattooed to my feet
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