 Puerto N. Andrea Cukier From a Friend Matt Chapman Haunted by yellow moons since birth full of everything that was pure I have sold all that remained of myself to feed my family only to be devoured by them when the harvest came sunsets were a pleasure before they burned my youth sweet smelling females tainted the crystal of my soul beating heart of mine pumps oil and black leather oh beating heart I wish you knew of my blood so you could pump it out of my being sand of emerald waters purified my skin but soiled my character to the point of lucid laughter what does this all mean I should clarify I guess that I only wanted love from a friend |