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Unsung

from Singles Club #3 by Monogamy

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ruin my life. build another bloodstained bed with the brimstone boys.
can't believe you're married. not quite in rings but with flesh.
study parking lot spaces and kittens dripping with bile.
leave. i want you to go home.

centuries later, laying in my sphere
gnawing on thank you cards.
you pour me bleach in a wooden cup.
you birth a smile that symbolizes desire.
it's not my fault, tonight.
it's not my fault, tonight.
you close your eyes, for a brief second
this song remains unsung.

it's that time of night. slow dance baby, and you're looking around the room.
i could do you right. check my phone, as you breathe in the air.
walkin' with that man, i'd like to kill him. been brushing my hair, keeping my teeth clean.
don't i look like a human? you forgot i was male. a crumpled corpse in the doorway.

i am a pop-up history book of tonight.
i am the silence on tearstained lips.
so write a poem, and throw it in the garbage.
buy a guitar, and fill it full of vomit.
i'm so happy.
i'm so sorry.
i'm so cursed.
this song remains unsung.

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from Singles Club #3, released April 10, 2012

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