And you're still there
The boy in the sky
I love a bit of you
In everyone I meet
Find you in the milk of their thighs
In the soles of my feet
You're still there
The fly on the wall
Though I can't see you
Your smell spills on the clouds
In the light that burns my eyes
I know you're just behind
Somehow you're still here
In the curves of the rocks
The hollows where my hand fits
And our fingers lock
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
And you're still there
The boy in the sky
I love a bit of you
In everyone I meet
Find you in the milk of their thighs
In the soles of my feet
You're still there
The fly on the wall
Though I can't see you
Your smell spills on the clouds
In the light that burns my eyes
I know you're just behind
Somehow you're still here
In the curves of the rocks
The hollows where my hand fits
And our fingers lock
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