I need a toothbrush or two forefingers
long enough to coax your love from my throat.
This one will not pass quietly.
I sing our song to the music of drums and chandelier splinters/
of thousand-year oaks yielding to the wind.
Have you ever heard your heart break clearly?
It is less like 808s and more like breathless tears.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
I need a toothbrush or two forefingers
long enough to coax your love from my throat.
This one will not pass quietly.
I sing our song to the music of drums and chandelier splinters/
of thousand-year oaks yielding to the wind.
Have you ever heard your heart break clearly?
It is less like 808s and more like breathless tears.
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