Novo Amor & Ed Tullett - 'Faux'

Clone,
caught hold of your flood lung,
harbour your ‘someone’,
prevent me.
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Shown,
you swoon in your lace run,
brooding, a quilt tongue,
pining me.
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Calm,
clot, cold, and bleed
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Bone,
pull over your midriff,
labour your inches,
widow me.
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Hone,
all crimson and hinges,
tarot and itches,
corner me.
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Faux
shot, sold and bleed.
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Cower all your cinders, fake us
bower in your shivers, shake us.