Pregnant lies
I sustain
dirt
underneath
my skin
Rolling stone
in the skyline
Warm holes
I call them
home
Drifting a part
from the earth
I hope
I can only
dream
for the water
to arrive
Dirty, I lie
Dirty, I cry
Oversharing
my monster
to the bugs
flying
around my mind
Pregnant lies
Here I lie
underneath
your dirty
minds
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