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*Turning her head
as if to bury it all
back under the covers..
This hiding away
from me
from everything about me
that could hold her
right where she is at--
This crazy holding
That cannot stop itself
That cannot keep from doing
what it does
That cannot control itself
from what it feels
every time she shows me
(who it is that she is)
She is anything
but a death to me
whenever she sings,
whenever she..*
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Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 12:10 PM UTC
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*Turning her head
as if to bury it all
back under the covers..
This hiding away
from me
from everything about me
that could hold her
right where she is at--
This crazy holding
That cannot stop itself
That cannot keep from doing
what it does
That cannot control itself
from what it feels
every time she shows me
(who it is that she is)
She is anything
but a death to me
whenever she sings,
whenever she..*
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. . .
.."Wish I could write songs
about anything other than death
But I can't go to bed
without drawing the red,
shaving off breaths;
Each one so heavy,
each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight
hanging between my lungs
Spilling my guts,
sweat on a microphone,
breaking my voice
Whenever I'm alone with you,
can't talk,
but
"Isn't this weather nice?
Are you okay?
Should I go somewhere else
and hide my face?"
A sprinter, learning a way..
A marathon runner,
my ankles are sprained
A marathon runner
my ankles are sprained
https://youtu.be/cjNKph5z3-I
a beautiful, sprained-ankle Angel
<3