arc/

summer chill
rain on me
wash hot dust red
flush out
hot lead in the head
takes the searing barrel
from the temple --
tonight's reprieve

this is not a love song
this is not where i
want to be

light flicker filters
through the trees
strobing through
nicotine dreams yellow
stained fingers tremble
lipstick... mine

cold metal
cold steel
ice burning
i radio watch
green hands turning
chilled in the rain

this
is
not a
love song love song
this...

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