Lay next to me and get naked.
No, I'm not talking about
the threads of your garments.
I'm talking about the
undressing of your soul,
expose the dark side of your moon.
What's your favorite color?
What makes you angry?
Your drunken regret?
Who taught you that you had
nothing to offer but your body?
I want to know what consumes you
so heavily now you don't want
to be whole again.
Who planted these gardens of chaos
so desperately, now you can't breathe?
Let's get naked until the moon turns red
and we realize that we're just breathing ruins.
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