though this is all you'll ever getit would be a strange
delightno eyes no nose no mindthe grey light of Porto
stay with youoh how can you love a tiny bug impressedby
the night when you cut yourself?
save me save meyour body rotten as the last melon on
the vinepull your shirt down save me save mepress my
thumb onto your tonguehand a knife up to meno mouth
no neck no restthe white poem of self hate stays with
youeven though you know a chance to cutis still a chance
to curepull your legs apartsave me save meyour body
doomed as the last apple on the treeso let me hurt you.