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On the surface of your skin I can see You are Within the reflection of a breath And soft Spoken words They demand everything At once my Heavy thoughts Soak In blood while In some other world the desolation Of days gone Filters like 26 Fleeting memories Strangled By the hands of Angels I’ve described my moments on napkins And given them to strangers On the street At some point my collapse Will re-invent the air and the movement Of your digestion And the scary Part of you Will be there holding me down Pressed Against The glass wall The reflections will disappear and broken Windows cut Each Artery I’m letting Go Don’t be afraid If all else within my reach loves You then we can die Like small raindrops trapped in a Pothole The miscarried thoughts of eyes And saliva soaked kisses soon Envelope you an extension of morning And the hands that touched you in so many ways are now lost In the vague shadows of your voice Apprehending colors that disappear and I forget about you and silence Left among the doves of grass Your shelter it all
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
Ping Pong And Amnesia
On the surface of your skin I can see You are Within the reflection of a breath And soft Spoken words They demand everything At once my Heavy thoughts Soak In blood while In some other world the desolation Of days gone Filters like 26 Fleeting memories Strangled By the hands of Angels I’ve described my moments on napkins And given them to strangers On the street At some point my collapse Will re-invent the air and the movement Of your digestion And the scary Part of you Will be there holding me down Pressed Against The glass wall The reflections will disappear and broken Windows cut Each Artery I’m letting Go Don’t be afraid If all else within my reach loves You then we can die Like small raindrops trapped in a Pothole The miscarried thoughts of eyes And saliva soaked kisses soon Envelope you an extension of morning And the hands that touched you in so many ways are now lost In the vague shadows of your voice Apprehending colors that disappear and I forget about you and silence Left among the doves of grass Your shelter it all
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
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