House of Milk & Tar – Michelangelo

cranberry grubworms under my skin feel like falling asleep
Hemingway, this sky behind white spring clouds is blue like veins under your skin
cold 1 am night air and elephant bones and dog skin and soft black furred belly
Michelangelo I’ll keep a light burning for you
cranberry grubworms under my skin feel like falling asleep Hemingway, this sky behind white spring clouds is blue like veins under your skin cold 1 am night air and elephant bones and dog skin and soft black furred belly Michelangelo I’ll keep a light burning for you one hundred thirty
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