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you fuck like a racehorse!it's your wedding day, say: yesyou want to be pollinatedfrays of friction far too sacredwe survive between our hungerdig our heads into the watermemorize your casket, your mother patternsthe space between your legs, i grab what's good of youyou pluck fruit from my endless headre-arrange them to make your salt sweatbite snakes down for better shelterfridge your orgasm, make it colderwe put our blood in bags, we don't want waterand you hold me close inside the slaughterand you look so much better without that shit in your hairi mean, saddles if you need them, but i could ride you bareand you can swallow shotguns if you want tothere are bullets in your paintings, if you want themthere are hooks to hang your killthere are floodboards rising upwardfields our fathers fled from, and bedrooms we don't dare go toi would like a word with youi would like a word with youyou can swallow shotguns if you want toLetras de cancionesand you can shed the lions from your songstake the blankets off, show me under your clothes:the tattoos you don't have, but believe me, your body knowsyou can swallow shotguns if you want toit's your wedding day, your wedding day, say: yesaprons or rifles, anarchist?sleep in the slaughterhousesquilts quiet made from our spitand i am letting all you horses goi'm letting all you horses goi'm letting all you horses goi'm letting all you horses goi'm letting all you horses goi'm letting all you horses goi'm letting all you horses goi'm letting all you horses go From Letras Mania