sugarlight we're addicts why do you think we came he's pasting gold leaches on my arm we sharpen up our teeth white sugar he speaks french memorizing torsos he's open throated in the corner hands arrive at hands my arm is tired of waiting to burn it down sugarlight, sugarlight i can't believe swallowing on bulb after another in the city of electric light
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