I remember your dog more than you

Swimming clouds in a velvet mind Float hazy on the world your not what Meets the eye Fuck I'm high on cotton webs wraped around my toes Spiders digging their tiny feet into my scalp Anvels sink anchor from the paddle boats of my eyelashes My brain I can't fish for the answers anymore Jaded echoes hum on my skin Playing crazy eights with my soul Can you read my lips? Choking on my tongue with words I won't say Who is the boatman I want to sit in the snow Get lost I'm already lost in myself I miss you Don't know if I know you anymore A slice of your soul lives in my spine But I can't remember the shape of your hands

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