I'm hearing her voice again in my dreams.
shaking her pretty head like
She's not saying anything anymore and I am beginning to wonder
when she still had half her wings
and I'm beginning to stick to her motions
I look behind me and her colossal teeth are reverberating
with all the songs we sang drunk
for the prototype Christ
pounding his fists on her ears again
the mouth is quiet and I'm looking out through her nostrils
she's telling everyone how well she's doing
suddenly she's happy again
and troubles fly by over her head
I'm dreaming of all the tears she swallowed
down her throat
like some rabid animal
frothing at the mouth
I fall out of her face
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