in speeding cars
we learn silence,
the faults lines
between every piece of time
the night's body was my brutal brother
where i go i can't take a friend.
against the dance floor
i know how to ache
where the flesh lurches
alone and spinning because of the ideas we have
i know we try at least one kind of war.
our lips trembling questions make
such eyes have their doubt
but i do not fail at feeling
never having been in
i am not out
waking up next to you feels like november when
the last possible fruit
fat on the branch
f a l l s off and becomes something somewhere else.
cold fingers get warm on
instrument strings
more confident than ever
i have a song to play
and as always
two feet to walk
no reason to talk
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