Stranger than kindness
Bottled light from hotels
Spilling everything
Wet hand from the volcano sobers your skin
Stranger than kindness
You caress yourself and grind my soft cold bones below
Your map of desire burned in your slavery
Even a fool can come a strange lit stair and find a rope hanging there
Stranger than kindness
Keys rain like heaven's hair
There is no home there is no bread, we sit at the gate and scratch
The gaunt fruit of passion dies in the light
Stranger than kindness
Your sleeping hands, they journey the loiter
Stranger than kindness
You hold me so carelessly close, tell me I'm dirty
I am a stranger
I am a stranger
I am a stranger to kindness
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