That Time of the Month

Lewd Acts

things fade so fast
this happiness won't last
the sun goes down
the bird goes up
white flags at half-mast
no need to stop the bleeding
open-mouthed cannon fodder
red-tide troubled water
her loose lips are singing
"fuck-ups are worth repeating"

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