Your hand prints made stickers on my wall
Blue bladed soliloquies dancing among the cheapest tones on color
Evidence of a will temporarily satisfied
Whispering
Obligations of the In speaking Serenity's secrets
Obligations of the In speaking Serenity's secrets
Whispered to no one not even me
Outside of the visual
Lost amongst the purple and eyes closing
To the slightest gestures of release partially resolving
The northern lights crisis and
Attending to
Attending to
Whatever makes you tattoo yourself
It's stabbing
For justices sake
For all the breaths that have left you taking more than their share
Left you Still inside your self
Subsiding a madness
tearing you from you
You forever needing more
From the cats who can speak English
But choose not to
And a little given it those who can not
Believe in the other thing
Your first impressions are not
You first impressions
You first impressions
And no one really cares
That's somehow a good start
That's somehow a good start
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