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[boybitch]

Michael's teeth have always hurt me
a lack thereof where true gold lain
I tried to swim through seaweed
to find your home again

Drowning in octopi, 
nearing the southern border
No way to catch you back to me,
for my kite keeps getting shorter.

Michael's teeth are in Canada
they're itching with the bears
Michael's teeth, a pale, grey sky
They're knifed in his green hair.