Face to face with endless repetition: take that knife to bed with you (and) sing it a lullaby to sleep. A hope for a heaven in her arms just to taste the salt on your skin.
When the passage of days sinks over me
and to say I’m bounded
Would only flatten the surface
and to say, my feet are ensnared in a trap
can Achilles help me fly?
You are secretly unaware as i watch your every sigh and entrance every single mind. Seek to mimic and unwind like water dripping from clasp palms, a deserted friend we'll never see again, and the moment you don't recognize a death approaching you.
I wonder where she goes
I wonder where i go

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