es kocht die eifersucht
cancer, aids, post-elections violence, famine, malaria…
if i was young, i’d flee this towni’d bury my dreams undergroundas did i, we drink to die, we drink tonight
yüzünde göz izi varsana kim baktı yarim?
they claim to walk unafraidi’ll be clumsy instead
my gift of self is rapedmy privacy is rakedand yet i find, yet i findrepeating in my headif i can’t be my owni’d feel better dead
put your lights on
fateup against your willthrough the thick and thinhe will wait untilyou give yourself to him
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