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my heart was dying from inherent weaknesses. I trimmed the unwanted anchorage roots
— they were thick and fleshy, it was really a job for two people —
then I kissed it goodbye.
no window box or greenhouse, kitchen garden or orchard, no digging deeply in autumn
I sunk my heart in the sinkhole..
if words were piss you would drown
you jacked off in my flowers
you sunk your fist in my face
you jacked up in my forest
you sunk your teeth in my fruit
you ate my heart and it choked you
"Sunk", Penny Goring
Chet Faker, "Lover (you don't treat me no good no more)" - this guy is the shit combo of heartache and buttshake
bonus track, "No Diggity"
