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By Ashley Bright

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Envying a corpse My Tunnel vision to a parched niggling world The sex is full of tornados and voluptuous fusion Caught me by the tongue Evolution, and principle gods And I think I can feel you as you explode Worn and torn into shades of forgiveness This isn’t trust “but I’ll take it” This isn’t love “but I’ll fuck it” The leaches are calm against my breasts The phantoms are cold and begging While the lie remains vestal and appealing Depictinga daughter's dream, The mural on my hands Spell Carcass and queens And its starting to feel a bit like home This isn’t forever “but I’ll dream it” This isn’t over “but I’ll relieve it” t h   i     s is a beautiful                w o r l d “but I’ll kill it anyway" "its not the world that's ugly, its the people in it" Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 22 2002 08:09 AM PST    0 • 18 • 16

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