little light, coated in
banana-chocolate filling
over blood-spilling bathroom deliverance.
canvas, carry me over sunken seashores
to my lover's thirsty side.
hiding is no option around you,
but oh, to be pulled in!
you are rush and wrath and righteous
courtesy.
cover me.
I'll brush up on my Kentucky Scot,
if you let me be your Alabama Scout.
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