Sugarlight we’re addicts
Why do you think we came?
He’s pasting gold leaches on my arm
We sharpen up our teeth
White sugar he speaks french
Memorizing torsos
He’s open throated
In the corner hands arrive at hands
My arm is tired of waiting to burn it down
Sugarlight, sugarlight I can’t believe
Swallowing on bulb after another in the city of electric light
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