as loud as hell
a ringing bell
behind my smile
i bleed it shakes my teeth
and all the while
why are we here
prithee, my dear,
as vampires feed
nobody knows
as breathing flows
we go to sleep i bleed
there's a place
my mind secedes
in the buried west
in the clay
in a cave
with a house in it
the holes of hands
you can place
a hand in hand
in bleed.
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