She comes back to me
Like all hearts broken
By hands and a mind
Carelessly unraveling
Undeserving
Walking
On chards
Of glasslands
The words so pleasant
In sound waves
Traveling amongst tunnels
Where my guages used to hang
Exfoliate this given temple
When the feeling hits
And the meaning contradicts
The action shown
Dig a hole
12 feet deep
Cover a body
Bathe him in dirt
Fate says we're all deserving
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
She comes back to me
Like all hearts broken
By hands and a mind
Carelessly unraveling
Undeserving
Walking
On chards
Of glasslands
The words so pleasant
In sound waves
Traveling amongst tunnels
Where my guages used to hang
Exfoliate this given temple
When the feeling hits
And the meaning contradicts
The action shown
Dig a hole
12 feet deep
Cover a body
Bathe him in dirt
Fate says we're all deserving
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