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i'm a junkyard full of false starts and i don't need your permission to bury my love under this bare light bulb the moon is a sickle cell it'll kill you in time you cold white brother riding your blood like spun glass in sore eyes while the moon does its division you're buried below and you're coming up roses everywhere you go red roses follow the things that you tell yourself they'll kill you in time you cold white brother alive in yr blood spinning in the night sky while the moon does its division you're buried below and you're coming up roses everywhere you go red roses so you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows an

I am dark blue, I'm my own death and locusts and dogs love me. We've got the same arms, they've got the same thoughts. I feel them below and above me, so you fail, I'm sweetness Don't you fail, I'm sweetness. I'm tanglement and high pitched movement, tanglement. The movements are silk. I wear my brown eyes like two warm trophies and locusts and dogs love me. I am dark blue and I'm my own death, sweetness We've got the same arms. They've got the same eyes. I feel them below and above me.                                                        Troy Bruno Balthazar

 I'm damaged bad at best.... ........Rest In Peace Elliott .........