ode to america

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i am a thief of the night-
prayer hands in a dim church
licking uv rayz from the prettiest boy in america

i have wet dreamz about dragging my lips across your stomach amidst a hazy blue glow; trapped between heaven and an ultra-violet hell

in my world i am a god; bloody crown, babes, gods and monsters that sip wine at my table and sit pretty on the marble floors of my throne room.

i see swimming pools and your lazy smile mocking me in the humid night and i know that you are every star on that spangled banner. i'm new money and my fingers are grimy

i used to be a god damn king with a bloody crown,
miss america on my hip, babes and gods and monsters; war and peace. but now it's you and a high road i am too dazed to see the top.

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