Doorknob parties like every ghost of a hand
That passed the threshold of
Route and routine
Sometimes I feel the grooves where your fingerprints
Burned acid into the brass
It was boring
Wet cardboard and drywall
We say goodbye like any other day
Stange how the quiet feels heavier than the talk
But carry it anyways
There’s a meaning in that too
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 11:49 AM UTC
Doorknob parties like every ghost of a hand
That passed the threshold of
Route and routine
Sometimes I feel the grooves where your fingerprints
Burned acid into the brass
It was boring
Wet cardboard and drywall
We say goodbye like any other day
Stange how the quiet feels heavier than the talk
But carry it anyways
There’s a meaning in that too
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