aftertaste
i didn't stop the song in time
i didn't stop the song in time
smelling my hand smelling like yours
i wait for your name to go off screen
you
greco roman
a moving body of fallen stone
on the couching chair
what will you say now
that you are angry at the gods
in pain with the world
what with the light turning on
then off
what with the voices inside
and out
and what about those hands that hang on
that curve that bend that hides
future traffic, soon enough
on lonely streets at night when the moon appears
from behind the haze, observing the stars through
the rolling sky
then, from last night.
what with the light turning on
then off
what with the voices inside
and out
and what about those hands that hang on
that curve that bend that hides
future traffic, soon enough
on lonely streets at night when the moon appears
from behind the haze, observing the stars through
the rolling sky
then, from last night.
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