basil

basil Aug 2020

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here i lay
my ribcage open to catch the rain

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basil Aug 2020

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you'd think we'd learn
to love by now...

all the books and films...

but ink smears
and cds scratch.

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basil Aug 2020

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i wanted to write a song
but every single word and chord
reminded me of you

so instead i wrote this

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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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