Avoiding conversation like the plague
So you will acknowledge my heavy hurting
I am tired of pretending
Avoiding conversation like the plague
So you will acknowledge my heavy hurting
I am tired of pretending
There is a fog that escapes from the wide mouth
Of a creature that lurks
Through the raw October air.
Almost obvious is the daunting manner of its complexion,
Winter nights leave me delirious
The moments we step through right before the fall of snow
A certain forgetting
Like autumn approaching
There's this banging
On the bars of my chest
like xylophone bones,
Just waiting to be played
There is something waiting to
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