

not just yetWith finger tips we trace maze form pinnaclesnot just yet
caught in what stubborn glass erects like a rotten peach; all sugar cities and perfect hearing gone awry.


As a cause of great absence.At times I imagine you know me and am plagued by it, suffering for flooding in artifice or thorns afore culling portent and blackened poisonousAs a cause of great absence.
diamonds
drunk gluttonous between camphor and shadows the moon pretends you don't notice your not being here
from soot drew molasses as though streams alone had sweat free half the hillside.


too much threadI am the sum of my parts. And with what you leave behind, I am at a loss and travel back and forth between doorstep and tomorrows empty clock in prayers of ghosts or lines between dusttoo much thread
unraveled furious for counting the dreams you forget begging between cracked floorboard or a reckoning in twine save ropes hope filled knots
the slack of sudden gripping.

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.Tanze / Für Euren Untergang / Meine Energie wird es sein .
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We are asleep with compasses in our hands...
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.Tanze / Für Euren Untergang / Meine Energie wird es sein .
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Oh mais laisse allumé, bébé
Y'a personne au contrôle
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