the sad songs are the kindest
there's truth in certain matters
a vision of dew drops
settling
in a wasted mouth
crazed spit from upturned lips
gnashing away
at the wrongs committed
the most beautiful music
tainted
raspberry
vomit
erased smeared transient
deathly corruption
the most beautiful music is rancid on your tongue
held in your hand breaking
forevermore
Good God,
your sadness is a drug.
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