sleeping till noon
picking at the cottoncorner... Trying to feel the tree
inside the long forgotten white paper
No, this is not something written about other people's considerations or how my repressed, silent sigh started crying again or
The way you are watching my mouth move, or mouths moving.
It's summer and the vines repeat like
soldered tears and twist your body back into my heart
in between commercials
thier mirage fails and
Stillness finishes the walls
before I ever could
they said there's a ban now on bread and berries
and the sun's gone to sleep for 20 years
because nothing anyone's saying makes any sense.
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