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delacourtings) wrote2013-06-13 03:51 am
delacourtings) wrote2013-06-13 03:51 am
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The mannequins are all in love with
you
and too depressed to say it.
you
and too depressed to say it.
(A we
Enters
Quickly, to calm
The alone)
Enters
Quickly, to calm
The alone)
a cigarette with his number on it.
you have a chance for redemption, take it.
i forged you like a weapon .
i have gone
marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
there is still fire in your tombs.
i want to weep like the rivers.
a perfume -
like an acid plum.
like an acid plum.
a little leaf that trembled on my chest.
fear envelops bones, like new skin.
where i went with me -
i went with you.
tower of the secret icehouses,
factory of the patriarchal flames.
i went with you.
tower of the secret icehouses,
factory of the patriarchal flames.
that year left with you
and took me with it.
and took me with it.
my skeleton consisted --- at times;
in words,
hard as bones exposed to the air
and rain.
in words,
hard as bones exposed to the air
and rain.
this endless ---
lack,
of solitude.
lack,
of solitude.
there are so many things ---
i'm not allowed to tell you.
i touch myself ,
i dream.
i'm not allowed to tell you.
i touch myself ,
i dream.
i'll pay the cost for wanting things
that can only be found,
in the darkness
(on the edge of town.)
that can only be found,
in the darkness
(on the edge of town.)
in these dreams it's always you,
the boy in the sweatshirt.
the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me.
from jumping off.
the boy in the sweatshirt.
the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me.
from jumping off.
we were born to fuck each other;
one way or another.
one way or another.
/ the night is lovely as a rose /
if i see the sunlight hit you,
i am sure we'll decompose.
if i see the sunlight hit you,
i am sure we'll decompose.
and they tell me you are crooked;
and i answer:
yes,
it is true.
and i answer:
yes,
it is true.
always be a poet,
even in prose.
even in prose.
she said my name and it looked like magic on her tongue.
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