I step on your face climb'n
up to the windowsill.
You are.I am.
We swallow each others words.
Words like fuck, deliverance, and coffee.
We make deals to bend over.
Break bread under an abandoned groove.
Need you ask the Polk a dotted half breeds why we love each other?
Why you keep your foot up my ass.
Why we two are the most stable in the concrete.
While we feed the half breeds on that park bench we always talk about. Keep in mind, we don't have to get along, to get along.
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