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Permafrost

Magazine

Thunder shook loose hail

on the outhouse again

today I bumped into you again

I have no idea what you want

but there was something I meant to say

As the day stops dead

at the place where we're lost

I will drug you and fuck you

on the permafrost

There's not much that I miss

I'm far too forgetful for that

sugar's sweet some of the time

it's hard to keep some things in mind

As the day stops dead ...

at the place where we're lost

I will drug you and fuck you

on the permafrost

As the day stops dead ...

at the place where we're lost

I will drug you and fuck you

at the place where we're lost