we tried to sink our teeth into each other
but it all came up bricks.
chipped teeth, stale vermouth, your voice heavy with
blame you won't assign
just keep on moving, four-cornered mind
i scratch at you with my eyes but of course you will never hear it.
it's all blue skies, black box, put on a face
does love do that to you?
words skinned at numbed by too many bricks
too many fingerprints clawing for your attention
as if a word of thanks would bring this box
down with us
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