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Should i treasure the red
or treasure the light
the bitter juniper is still food
pull down your pants by the ***'ites
tire my tounge over your gums
oh honey bee
buzz upon me
slip me a note
oh God, what a donkey
it smells like Fallujah
a hammock rod
this shirt clings like dander
this kiss scrapes like rust
tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
stabbing my hand a sailor
this last night of ours' pathetic
tiny, tiny paws turning into dust
tiny shining eye, rolling like a die
casting my fate to the gristmill
this last night of ours
finally i'm surprised
oh, tuck away those acient jugs of yours
reaquainted with the brush of a skinflake
cooped up between a jerk and a hard place
you sight your eye off the tip of your gun
tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
stabbing my hands like a savior
this last night of ours forever
tiny, tiny paws turning into dust
tiny shining eye, rolling like a die
casting my faith to the wayside
this last night of ours
finally i'm surprised