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Keeping Home
02:45
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Still, the one turning to the machine, my body’s sore (a toll from all of the mistakes). Left you swimming.
Times of daylight convinced you to stay, apart from sense.
Deliberately pushed you away.
Lips, glued into terrible shapes, demanded so violently just to be left a lone, damp from the sweat that gathered in order to take the place of clothes (denied and thrown onto the floor).
Could this be home?
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Embroidery
03:10
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Spilling into where it should begin,
their simple eyes are not a disguise to me.
I can see what you are surround me,
so many lies hang onto the complements.
What’s left so boldly disrespects all
that is shown and what’s still in confidence
wont stand for all that has been asked.
Of course your simple eyes are not a disguise.
Gentle time shows no sign of a compromise; still bringing it down.
The sides tipped over turning trimmings into all that’s left, required inside. inside the spoon we designated as a wishing well. Forget the desire.
Show surprise so all can see the withered lights, windowless, making craters left behind.
Chasing after driving ideas (should have sold). Of course it wouldn’t have the same result
as looking glasses implemented into brides. A stare in the direction still to blame
for every time it turns the eye and catches fire. deep down I always felt we were the same
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Tame
03:37
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Thinning out, it’s so clear in between serrated teeth (devour slowly). Passing over places you used to be covered up (how things changed).
Does it happen once more? Holding onto your fortune. I know that you see right through them.
Calibrating old lungs. Rusting over their bodies. They expected to be into
decided social clubs (have less weight when they’ re swinging). I hope that they see right through you.
Awoken by a new tone, tin and hollow. Buried under broken bottles,
wearing only your hide; skin and tallow, crossed and barren. Blood runs shallow
into the ground.
Is anybody else here (what used to be a hall)? Pining over lawn chairs that you never used at all.
Drain into the ground, drunken soil.
Hope it doesn’t bleed out while they’re watching.
Take it by the horns slow, wasting moments that could have been so important.
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4. |
Untold Story
03:28
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DID ALL MY STUFF GET TAKEN? I DON’T UNDERSTAND.
IF I COME BACK TO THIS PLACE WITH ANOTHER LOSING HAND,
DIRT SURROUNDS MY BODY, SO SOFT. I CAN SEE
BEYOND THE MOVING PARTS OF THIS MACHINERY.
COME CALLING OUT.
COME CRAWLING OUT.
CAUGHT IN A LANDSLIDE. ON AGAIN.
THIS HOMEWRECK NEVER ENDING, EVERY SOUR CRACK. SEEPING THROUGH THE DUST OFF, WINTER’S COMING BACK.
ALLERGIC REACTION, COPS CAN'T FIX THIS CRIME,
CALL HOME TO MY GRAND DAD PRETENDING I'M A MIME.
COME CALLING OUT
COME CRAWLING OUT
CAUGHT IN A LANDSLIDE. ON AGAIN.
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New Breatharian
03:22
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Surrounding the parapet, the young ones grow so fast it’s hard to tell which is moving. Fading slowly, they forget the way it tastes; living like one of them. Oh how could you?
I’m just looking out at you I feel the change.
I can stick it out for you two times a day.
Self-sustained, forgo the food they handed out. Press bare feet upon the ground, cleansing through you. Absorbing all that is needed from the one you circle just like the dog, still related.
I’m still looking out for you show me the same
power that you know predating everything.
Replicate yourself inside my eyes burn through;
nothing in return, until we fade away.
I can control.
Everything into one solar being finally connected
I can control.
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6. |
Courting
04:48
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I SAW YOUR DAD WALKING DOWNTOWN. IT WAS JUST
THE OTHER DAY. A MATINEE, HE DIDN’T PAY TOO MUCH
TO SIT ALONE REFLECTING BACK ONTO THE SCREEN.
INDIFFERENCE THAT CONSUMED HIM, HE DIDN’T NOTICE ME.
GLASS IS GROWING BLACK FROM ALL THE TIME BETWEEN WANTING HANDS. PROPELLED TOWARD SYNTHETIC WARMTH YOU LOST WHEN YOU WERE GROWING UP.
BREATHE IN SLOWLY. IT’S OK TO TAKE YOUR TIME.
BECOMING PART OF WHAT IS THERE, TOO STILL TO CARE,
IT’S NICER JUST STAYING INSIDE. STARING BLACK REMINDING OF,
IT FEELS LIKE LOVE, BUT NO EMOTION JUST SOMETHING TO CRAVE.
GLASS IS GROWING BLACK FROM ALL THE TIME BETWEEN WANTING HANDS. PROPELLED TOWARD SYNTHETIC WARMTH YOU LOST WHEN YOU WERE GROWING OLD.
FROM BEYOND.
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