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From the open To the close Of steel lid eyes It doesn't feel right From the departure The splitting of the seas Of sheets To the holy reuniting Its all gray stuffing From seam to seam From floor to ceiling Blank dry Eyes still staring under lids Collisions behind the curtains Behind the scenes A sweet obstruction Our neglected eye lids Sour apple brain Velvet lids Concrete lips Hands that ***** their body In vain or in shame A body disconnected from A brain Wanders looking for hosts That never touch it the same The brain wanders for hosts That will regulate its deficits Hosts that never spark it the same Both glass to break Both paper thin Giving themselves up at the lips of flame And the flame The burning hands of a body A body disconnected from a brain All the same Ready to burn ready to spark Again and again
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
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From the open To the close Of steel lid eyes It doesn't feel right From the departure The splitting of the seas Of sheets To the holy reuniting Its all gray stuffing From seam to seam From floor to ceiling Blank dry Eyes still staring under lids Collisions behind the curtains Behind the scenes A sweet obstruction Our neglected eye lids Sour apple brain Velvet lids Concrete lips Hands that ***** their body In vain or in shame A body disconnected from A brain Wanders looking for hosts That never touch it the same The brain wanders for hosts That will regulate its deficits Hosts that never spark it the same Both glass to break Both paper thin Giving themselves up at the lips of flame And the flame The burning hands of a body A body disconnected from a brain All the same Ready to burn ready to spark Again and again
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
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