your aching heart
& your still face
& your still grace
your hands
i’ve got a present for you
i’ve been saving it since
You could be like the rest of us,
liquored up for
I love my words
that have spilled into song
all of my
You fell
hundreds of miles,
miles, miles,
to bring me here.
Problems have their
protect the noise
that shakes your veins
the sound travels through the
Dirty water clouds your eyes.
Come sit next to me
my pale,
i find you in corners, with sleepless eyes
you speak softly
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