waking up around midnight, it is freezing cold
i have 143
Charlie called me today
to tell me he's not coming home
And
bold now, the chariot's arriving
and i am twelve closer to
im staring
into a portrait of your mothers child
im staring
into the
there was a jewish man
at the window of the white
its an orbital fear and i am crying out
the words
there's a hermit crab
on my guitar
and he's singing
to me
i know
quiet and softly now
nothing is different
why are you whispering
please never
i've spent the past few months on pause
don't be alarmed,
there's a place above your eyelids where your skin began
the sun is fading away
and they aren't going home
it's flowing
in his pages he draws the revolution
and a skyline full
every night you go to sleep
you close your eyes and
the look on your face
your eyes and all the soace
between
too anxious to persuade them
too selfish to try n save
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