Trailing my kill up and down the street, over, under and around gnomes and park benches. I want you down to your bones. I want you. Weighing up sentences on the sides of my smile, not enough honesty, not enough conviction. i can’t explain - even. Call me when you get this, I’ll be hanging up my trophy’s one by one. Passing out alone drunk in the lounge rooms of saints and preacher’s sons. It’s safe to say i need you, so sleep over. Won’t you?

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