but the meat is too aged

you open me up with tongue and knife
pulling out my dreambeats
my prime pieces
my life drumming doldroms

teasing me they say honey feels
sticky and tight but it won’t hurt

I taste like rain
and sugarcubes on your fingers
you say sugar feels
nous ne sommes pas un pour l'autre

you squeeze my flesh tight
flail around light me up melt me down

everyone takes their favorite part
a carcass in the wild loses its form
under a supermoon bones bleach
je ne sais pas qui je suis

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