if i broke my jaw for you
i'd find a broken tooth and rip it out
throw it in the water
where it'd flow into the river
let it out
out across the flood plain
it would flow until it reach the open sea
underneath the sanded silt
and smooth stones and seaweed
love is like a spaceship
burning up when it hits the atmosphere
wishing that for once it might have wised up right
and stayed away from here
up in outter space where there is no oxygen and nothing makes a sound
martians bring canals to bring water
and to sail their vessels down
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