i see with my belly
knives gutting fish describe oceans
my vision is inwardly outward
hands that aren’t there grip my thighs
my left shoulder knows without knowing
the seismic sight for sore eyes
i see how far i forget
Ah just a typical morning in the Goring Household I see
shudder..I’m there with you babe
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