it was in no romantic place I realized I could distinguish you from the salts and sours of the recycled taste I've been swallowing for a week or two I need to know your body like I know your face but I'd be too terrified to concentrate you put it best when you said it before there is love in these hands there is love there no more with all this talk of time I lost the fight I started compare her bones to mine and everything's civil again an idea writhing to be born it's inaudible but speaks to me just the same (don't you talk to me, don't you speak to me) I hold on to everything about myself the best I can and in the flesh sat the theory she's sort of angled and sort of near me I've been screaming tolerance
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