Speckled eggs for speckled lovers
Laid between the legs of others
Dancing into darkness in your room
Where whales wait beneath the ground
With bated breath and furrowed brows
They’re constantly collecting all our thoughts
To be printed in a book which no one bought
Better lives for better liars
Sticking words to legs of spiders
Leaving out the windows for new homes
With secret rooms for sacred times
Where we collect the air in jars
That floated through our bodies years ago
On the night you said those bodies got too close

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