curled stillborn sisters
bursting from buildings
like ladies with legs spread wide
like a thousand holes in my loins

dripping doors full of crows
and soft white love light

trading warmth in wombs
for big kid rooms
worms and toads
for cross town strolls
glass-jar bees
for sex with trees
and a blown load's worth of old LP's




Lyrics submitted by 1800sseamonster

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