let's slaughter convention with a world weary gaze and the time worn by two straining eyes. in spite of it all she won't listen to me, because time worn is time lost. despite it all we're ceiling high, igniting firestorms and words that you despise. signs that struggle to belong, bottled ships washed up ashore. the time we clutch into our chests, it bends and break and falls, you always will and never will be. with tired arms, and wounded hearts we howl and scream and moan, you always were, never will be. despite it all we're ceiling high, devouring pages out of books, unsatisfied. time marches on, volition stands still, the words falter through just like they always will. despite it all we're ceiling high, always sure of who were are and what's inside. in spite of it all she's unable to tell the time, to tell me the time.
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