basil

basil Aug 2020

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bleach running down my throat
to clean out all your lies
which i swallowed whole

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basil Aug 2020

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i need a tchaikovsky record
to fill me up in all the places you never did

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basil Aug 2020

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the sun turns our thoughts into sweat
so i curse at the sky and blinding heat
for taking your voice away from me

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basil Aug 2020

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addicted to holding
your open hand

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basil Aug 2020

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i think i like it:
the way that you look at my face and feel the guilt writhe in your stomach
as you remember that you forgot me

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basil Aug 2020

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laughter became our
common tongue
as we filled our mouths
with each other's whimsy

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#delicious

basil Aug 2020

cover to cover

i want to know the ending
without it having to end

but i cannot write our story
forever

(my knuckles are wearing away my skin
trying to write the book of us
all alone)

we're singing reprises, blue eyes.