on me now between these painted
visions gators and florida water,
when im cleansing my swamp soul.
why dont you dare to die
on me right now when
i finally understand-
i was Bluebeard
in every story
i ever told
he was i
i was he
grazing gazelle
pour sand on my teeth
live on the grit
you die when i say
check my five year plan.
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