Flame to finger
Burn away the remembering
smoke leaving through windows
trace of yearning
to exploit the whispers that come from deep inside
I know you feel it
I know you feel it
too.
Flame to finger
Burn away the remembering
smoke leaving through windows
trace of yearning
to exploit the whispers that come from deep inside
I know you feel it
I know you feel it
too.
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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