this is your fire where?
this is your fire wheel
this is your father deer
this if your fire's here
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there is no heart
where the heart is
FIRE WHERE
fire where there is a hereness
shutters & shutters & layers & layers
and dawn, piqued and drawn,
(a cocaine model on burlap couch
a brown women picking buttercups)
lies clutching at her Neptune curves
her sleek body, tits aching w/ pure juice
the cane of lust & it's imaginary counterparts
FIRE WHERE
fire where the heart is
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