can’t describe the thing you do to me
how can i transcribe bee sting?
the rings the buzzes of birds bees
trees talk to me
it’s a shock to me
chip off the block
you see i been lovin you
from light-years
been knowing you
for night-years
screws tighten on us / sight tears
pressure-boil as fascists oil
submachineguns
tragic-to think leisure will foil plots
magic - masses moving mountains
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