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subscribeSaturday, February 18
This is how I walk against your soft skin and die intellectual suicide for you
Impossible to maintain, your ways, clouds of sawdust,
This is not what you wake up to when you think of amazing things
Speak to me
Write your initials in the water
Pull me against it
Your blind eye and silent lips
Biting the sex off your soulful posturing
The sunlight is distant
The guitar chords vibrate
But you don’t recognize the gift
You bring to me only silence
Impossible to maintain, your ways, clouds of sawdust,
This is not what you wake up to when you think of amazing things
Speak to me
Write your initials in the water
Pull me against it
Your blind eye and silent lips
Biting the sex off your soulful posturing
The sunlight is distant
The guitar chords vibrate
But you don’t recognize the gift
You bring to me only silence
