oh yeah, magnolia
this sure looks like the dark
it is what we seek
that little sadness injection
a mournful IV-drip
self-pitying deathbed we lay on
every word bundled into a withered bouquet
drip drip drip
what runs through us is nothing new
it's donor sorrow, black
inherited muck
well i don't want it
not no more
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