In my bed
You are turning
From white
To black.
Searching shades
Summering tones
Writing the melody
Of your soul.
Wreck is black
You paint
In broad strokes
On my narrow neck
It's hard to conceive
But u turn away wreck
Just massive Compuls
And a cigarette end.
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