We make noise.
We sit and chat and flap our gums
like they're ****** fans.
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passing hot air, noise,
close.

And then you drop
lightly
clearly what it is you want your noise to be saying.
No hot air.
No gas.
Just a need to be heard and something made of real words.
But they go on
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Shut up. Anna is talking.

The air is thick in this town.
And you said, you didn't see the stars for all of the dark.
And I said, I was blinded by light when you were near me,
Not all the stars are in the skies.

But the air is thick in this town,
And you, glimmering went to find other skies to lie beneath.
And I am lost
In this dark.