we're in a room of tarp and yard waste
rotting together
breaking sweat in sweaters
out of our misery in the cold winter weather.
sex and liquor keep us warm
breathing in the sharp sweet vapors of chloroform
you are dead dead dead
im wet
and you're dead.
i'm sitting in spiderwebs
giving you head.
our hearts are fucked
so we fuck.
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