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Luxery of Tears

Christian Death
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In a phallic storm tower we rise and fly Or stand knee-deep in water Skin is smooth and dimed every time he crosses them And then our bones in bed with a child A figure behind the glass and me in his mouth A man has come and gone Aroused my photographic memory Orphan sons in his raw hands were slammed in his face Slammed in his face Like fire under hoarsening set Smiling eyes project rain Blaze against his teeth Blaze against his teeth Blaze against his teeth The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow Oh devils must know The luxury of tears Changing his shape he raised his eyes Eyes masked with green Threw out his arms, pulled open the door A moist sour tongue down the silver screen Down the silver screen Ushering the bleak years through his yawning neck I undress in his throat A passion for dance was slammed in his face Pull them down by the wings Rose from my ribs, stole back up the stairs And laughed in his face Laughed in his face Laughed in his face The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tea has The luxury of tea has The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of devils of snow Oh devils must know Oh devils must know The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of devils of snow The luxury of tea has The luxury of tea has The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tea has burned my fingers Spinning devils of snow Oh devils must know Oh devils must know Oh devils must know The luxury of tears