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Brushing up against me, except a caress isn't as welcome as a whisper Dragging prehistoric pills into my nose with the pull of memories that prefer to stay whispers It's these desensitised nights that remind me of what was once so loud And loud is quiet to me what is inaudible to others under yellow spectrum of silver-gloss, enough in god and without loss I swallow the capsule and taste the nothingness and shake my head to hear ringing and see other, rarer colours- ones your eyes could hint at And to be an ultra-deterrent that kills without touching the lives it is bluffing, I cannot suture the fracture in my future to be god, no To be semi-real, perhaps I am not as prolific as I pretend to be Each facet is another winter day I wish wasn't sunny and mocking me To be what you define reality, you are a part of me And a part of yourself is what you have let me define My harbouring hunger havocs soft And if what I inhale makes me become transparent, will you still see me? What's real isn't what I can reveal, my dear Isn't it broken, the alignment in our stars To shift the glow, evermore I determine the order You determine me Isn't it irreparable, the crackling phenomenon existing between our gazes We both know it is, and we love to fall victim to it, gracefully or not -c.j. and Joshua Haines
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
sometime in the thirteenth month (feat. Joshua Haines)
Brushing up against me, except a caress isn't as welcome as a whisper Dragging prehistoric pills into my nose with the pull of memories that prefer to stay whispers It's these desensitised nights that remind me of what was once so loud And loud is quiet to me what is inaudible to others under yellow spectrum of silver-gloss, enough in god and without loss I swallow the capsule and taste the nothingness and shake my head to hear ringing and see other, rarer colours- ones your eyes could hint at And to be an ultra-deterrent that kills without touching the lives it is bluffing, I cannot suture the fracture in my future to be god, no To be semi-real, perhaps I am not as prolific as I pretend to be Each facet is another winter day I wish wasn't sunny and mocking me To be what you define reality, you are a part of me And a part of yourself is what you have let me define My harbouring hunger havocs soft And if what I inhale makes me become transparent, will you still see me? What's real isn't what I can reveal, my dear Isn't it broken, the alignment in our stars To shift the glow, evermore I determine the order You determine me Isn't it irreparable, the crackling phenomenon existing between our gazes We both know it is, and we love to fall victim to it, gracefully or not -c.j. and Joshua Haines
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
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