can you translate this text where I

bleat incessantly bleed subtext and create unrest

with my soundless intersections and contested directions

I am nothing when the cock stops ticking

and you are my opposite my polite indescretion

where the lines of this pressure builds and breaks my neck

into the night I read or watch or consume

just to deny the thoughts there right to come overdue

and I regret the lives that I have lived in this

constipated nightmare where I can’t give

a fuck forever and ever will I be denied the right

to my most intimate treasure my pleasure is

getting it right


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