Roll it
Take my brokens hands
and tie them to the sky
Everything is disposable, wilderness decides
stories wilt to nothing when you kill me with your smile
my body isn't permanent
my mind will last awhile
How different is a feeling when
you realize that it's fleeting
conditional love buys me time to meet my mind
houses built of lust are falling over their own heads
finding time to buy us time is nothing in the end

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