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Turpentine
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And my feet lift the floor, my arms dissolve into your turpentine words and ashes, as my fingers (are) burning.
All of my dreams devoured.
All of the dreams I jammed into the darkness, the line of your jaws.
And my feet lift the floor as my will dissolves, into your turpentine absence and silence, as your shadow turns to ghosts blending into the whiteness. The holiness of you both.
I became a bedside stain youΒ΄ll erase, dive to another hole, while I was your seamstress in disguise, trying to patch your soul.
And my morning nauseas, nibbling at your pride.
And my midnight trail, sleepwalking over your life.
I will weight in your heart as a stone.
I will speak in your tongue only when Iβm gone, only when Iβm gone
And my feet leave the floor as my world dissolves.
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Take a rest from burning. Digging up in wounds we never thought were so deep.
We never fought off but our own bred demons. Lost in the endless burrows of our hollowed chests.
You hurt like a phantom limb.
You are the only broken key I miss.
Take a rest from burning, IΒ΄m not your gasoline.
Long gone, but your arms strech over the ocean. Hold and strangle more than I would like to admit.
Take a rest from burning, letΒ΄s grow something on our ash covered field.
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maud the moth Edinburgh, UK
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