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Last time things didn’t go so well last time you shot me down last time I broke my bones on the kitchen floor last time I considered ja..

Each time it’s a risk when I let those waters close in over me every time I rise again, I can’t believe how far down I went carry m..

Has the process already begun? thin gray vines, working their way into my house through the plumbing they push thicker and insistent throu..

Your pull on me is tidal all my blood yearns towards you you set and rise within my head you are out there, just beyond the stars turning ..

Breathe into the desert, alone wrapped in the scratch of horsehair make feast of honey and crickets out here the stars howl and moan out h..

She holds her cigarette like a counter-point smoke makes complex glyphs as her knuckles jitter she rarely makes eye contact, I’m caught..

Children are raking leaves into big piles muscles are sore, they’ve been working since morning sweat gathers between fleece and flesh t..

I’ll bet her blond hair looked just like yours I’ll bet she had a hitch in her laugh I’ll bet she carved worry lines, twin ..

He wants her to absorb him, completely like cotton takes blood into itself he makes sure he’s there at the edge of her mirror the buzz ..

I believe like me you have fallen to your knees in worship I believe like me you have traced the stars with your fingernail You’ve drawn ..