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tell me something
anything if you can
give me your best shot
point blank
stark naked
waiting to hear
the blast from
the cannon you call your mouth
as i see your words
fly through the clouds
and burn down the sky
and catch in my palms
warming them with their wounds
holding my hands
and i know now
why each night i seem
to let it come back

karosine tears
gasoline appears
and yet you keep taunting me
throwing your unlit matches
into my heart-shaped barrel
of awaited combustion
internal eruption
the cessation of desire
knowing no end

uncertain of these endless hopes
of nightmares coming true
at the scene of the crime
a dream come true.