i’ll return to you when your hate is gone

i’ll return to you when your hate is gone,

when your filthy mouth’s clean my polluted heart beamed,

when i’m a cock sucker no more to your white light eyes,

when you dream me dead no more,

when you wanted

i wanted,

il return to you love when you are love again.

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Broken teeth children singing Christmas carols

to beer bellied men

in a wet street corner,

under ephemeral violet skies

the sound of nearby market’s gray,

strangers would always [wanted to] be strangers,

November December Christmas forever.