Set adrift in my home a fistfight by the fireplace at dawn. Throat against the window a pivotal expression of what's wrong.
Suddenly the dogs are coming for me. My design is broken on the floor. The balance of the chemical I'm stealing. The crescent moon looks sad upon our meeting over there.
Here comes happy hump day. Here come lonely daggers from your letters. The method in the sadness. A stirring with a regret that I met her.
Suddenly the dogs are coming for me. My design is broken on the floor. The marriage of a killer and a bird song. We'll punch the lights out of our house of memories until their gone.
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