your hair like spiderlegs
spun too tight together
and they break off.
im watching you die
in the whispers
of a cold heart
fat with many
dreams
unful-
fill-
ed
!
i wanted to stroke your grey hair
and taste the age of your lips
nothing in my mouth
but the dryness
slàinte mhath
and all that
changes
us
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
your hair like spiderlegs
spun too tight together
and they break off.
im watching you die
in the whispers
of a cold heart
fat with many
dreams
unful-
fill-
ed
!
i wanted to stroke your grey hair
and taste the age of your lips
nothing in my mouth
but the dryness
slàinte mhath
and all that
changes
us
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