Thursday, November 14, 2013

November 14th, 2013; balence

Mouth to mouth, please to police
god damn, my genes for my knees
to ache is to ache is to be awake
in life or death, a parallel

my fingertips coated in grease
from these things I do feed
a minuscule point I'd like to add
a far fetched dear love

in light, of fire in self to keep
forever I love to be asleep
for fear, for fear, of the sea
a dark, alluring enjoyment

these times, these times, nothing
comes from our hearts, nothing
a lack there of, of something
nothing, no nothing, nothing

sweet dear, don't look afraid
for there comes a time, that needs
in the air, you feel
in the air, you breathe

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