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TO YOUR HAND IN MY HAIR
It doesn’t go there
A sugared violet thumbtacked to the headboard in a room with all three windows open I try to think of novel ways to join our lives together I should stop knowing that you’ll know Someday you won’t if it’s raining It might as well be where all the worlds you can’t imagine how long I have been lying here wondering where I stand in the line of people you could invite onto your lifeboat TO OUR COFFINS if I speak to you to you I dedicate my life in that moment that’s just how I go don’t you know that’s what I have been doing this whole second you have spent with me this whole moment in which I’ve been becoming light beneath your eyes and yours has spilled into mine to prove neither was poison in apocrypha if I speak to me what am I saying if I speak to me to me I dedicate |
