summering between mattress springs, the welcome suffocation of linens their embrace warmer than the atmosphere hovering below our bed frame where time dwells time tells us carpeting cannot dispel the clouds that hound our ankles those tales of imperfection and our kicking air as if we have a better method of strengthening our run through the ether mouth suffused with threnody eyes dripping glee and why shouldn't the rain be mobs of saints with our prayers trampled out by their raging?
i mean really like we'd know what to do with a life steady and simple we've known the intimations of concrete the timbre of brick in our bloodstream isn't something we get to quit it's a toothless siren song, we're poor swimmers, is all,
still can't shed these themes those words that aching for resonance my words won't hold though closer and closer i swear like saturday morning wine stains whose lips do not fit my own we'll be revelry sans memory into and out of the dawn,
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