Lauren Becker Poems

I took a street car
To the desert where I burried you
I sift threw scortching sand
I know I could have married you.
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I cling to mommy's finger tips
As I lay dying
The church steps are filled to the brim with the stench of corpse
Come risiedo nella morte
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Hold fast & don't slip away
I'll hold you close under the police lights
I'll kiss you in the light of the sirens
We'll watch the whole world decay
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