they slit each other's wrists
and they place the tab on each other's tongue,
singing "we're never burning out
not until we're numb"
for these messed up kids, they're messed up together
and in a messed up way --
they can't live without each other
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Poetrythese aren’t poetry; these are products of my thought-inebriated 3a.m. mind cesusjhrist © 2015
