Postmadonna whose absinthe is this

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When you said the sea was read
the moon peeled back
on the bed crept doubt
Islands without
Our rafts
Our wood
would you?
When you said the womb was cold
heads on mice
we wilt like waves
be bottomless
Our rafts
our wood
would you
(the sound it stills)
sensum slowly slicing your eye
I cant remember a place where a sense of self resides

vision blinding, flight from the sky
no I, drunk with the absinthe mind
sitting between the pig and the prick
we see you, we see you zoellick
sitting between the pig and the prick
we're closing in zoellick
when you said the sea was red
on the bed crept doubt
when you said the womb was cold
we wilt like waves
(the sound it stills)
sensum slowly slicing your eye
I cant remember a place where a sense of self resides
vision blinding, flight from the sky
no I, drunk with the absinthe mind
disparity reeks of fucking slime
scores of revolving doors expanding their bottom line
lets expose the anti zen
the men who pose as righteous
only when lucrative to them
the cycle stretches over bested men
and raps around until their dead
and stepping on another's neck
we spoil his wife, we steal his breath
and if you wonder what comes next...
and stepping on another's neck
we spoil his wife, we steal his breath
and if you wonder what comes next...
just take a look, the cycle stretches over bested men
Until their DEAD
Until their DEAD
Until their DEAD

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