Opening every pore
Seamlessly soaring
Creating gaping sores
When words don't have a place
And you can say no more
When the breathing on your neck
Knocks you to the floor
Emotions all devoured
Washed away by the shore
Locked with a thousand keys
But they can still kick in a door
And now your mind is flooded
And you can't tell what for
Everything that you wanted
But still unbeknownst if it's pure
So kiss the mouth of Jack
Knowing that's an awful cure
The last ounce down your throat
Then kill Jim too, to be sure
Small talk with a toilet seat
Face down on a bathroom floor
Look at where you put yourself
Reckless fast break failed to score
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