Sitting alone/ he's on your arm/ now on your mind /
shaving your thoughts/ time and again/ sharp as the rain/
that's breaking his face/ into drops/ as they slide/ down a line/
that's pulling him through/ a common distress.
Stick around/ to catch the cries/ of a mass denial/
our softest desires/ sick, sickly and dark/ we are bent and aroused/
right under your eyes/ we shed them across/ this artful despise.
One by one/ we fade in our ways/ for a sacred heart/
for a lapsing out/ a foolish abide/ such a childish reliance/
on her charming disguise/ leaves you gently crossed/
with every smile that sails her lips sky wide/ that bates and locks.
A cure and a fall/ for all that it's worth/ you're a point of pride/
for all that has gone/ haywire or fine/ you're the oddest despair/
foreshadow the dawn/ hymns to our allergic needs and wants/
those subterranean to our daily trending files.
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