On the road
Again and
Headless
With a gun
For a brain
A mind's full
Of lack that
Wastes the
Isolate
Youth cult
With muscles
Bulging from
No where
One was on
Fire no fire
Was to speak
Of lovers
Bounced on
A bed they
Fulfill their
Deepest wills
Like they were
Our own fuck
Deeply to
The turn-
off gore true
Rubberneckers.
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