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Shalom Harlow
02:00
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i saw the light from the neighbors house
go off just seconds
before the dawn
drops of fuel had drenched
their fresh cut lawn
i stepped out in it anyway let it
soak in my socks
when the moment was over i
turned their light back on
panic dream in vacant lots
couldn't care how strong im not
flip my switch watch the lawns ignite
ovens to lakes lighters to ice
naked necks, knotted knits
skin to warm for fibers when were sick
trimmed and dyed, make up lies
dry chapped lips win older guys
Im a brand new coil in an old machine
The tension alone is killing me
All wrapped up in a silicon nest
Plastic wings on a family crest
Hug me, kiss me, tell me you missed me
Fasten yourself to my outstretched limbs
I cant control that the body is shaking
For im only petals and you are the stem
Grow your nails long for finding a home
the deeper you dig the less you can hear
for you are the hair and i am the comb
and the world has been shown to get sadder by year
last to spit, first to admit this
i kiss statues but remain listless
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2. |
Sleeting
02:07
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and the comforters down
and i speak too loud
talk with walls and lights
took this bite as such i sigh
last time i shot movement with you
did things i said id never do
this time i fought for fervency
did well and greyed with urgency
take it from me and well see that its not right
all ill see and be within your sights too
i lived it with you
last time i shot movement with you
did things i said id never do
this time i fought for fervency
did well and greyed with urgency
waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting....
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Hysterectomy
02:51
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give me a taste of honey lips
until the taste is gone
ceiling fans for palmless hands
rubbing alcohol
blisters to knees
statues to feed
sister risked her wreck for me
win and with but why whisper
give it out
let it grow
writ and wrought so you kissed her
cut the lisp and sent me home
give me a gift of honeybees
merchandise and mums
take the parts of you i need
in seven bleach-filled tubs
blisters to knees
statues to feed
sister risked her wreck for me
win and with but why whisper
give it out
let it grow
writ and wrought so you kissed her
cut the lisp and sent me home
in rain and hot pools
to beat the street lights
these feet are poor-laced
im fine
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Lissed
01:43
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arent you proud
that i can smile
even when i dont want to
i can carry
anything
breaks my back but im glad to
live to serve
hit a nerve
i am a waitress to your word
im tired
of pushing myself back in step
cracking eggs to forge my path
shrugging into second place
being recognized through a false face
i mend my spine
narcissist i
no one loves you more than you
more than you
more than you
more than you
more than you
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5. |
Mulder's Daydream
02:35
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i changed my mind
one last thing to change, lights
circling and pull me
up to you
once im inside
cant shake off the sounds i hear
is it my breathing
is it you
is it you
i guess that it looks safe from the outside
i could run but why on earth would i
only i can save me, ive tried
rewind this time im up for the ride
i change my mind
one last thing to save right
wanna leave and this is
overdue
I cant go back
this place had what home lacks
service me, im aching
nothing to lose
nothing to lose
I guess that it looks safe from the outside
i could run but why on earth would i
only i can save me, ive tried
rewind this time im up for the ride
blink and i feel like one another
wonder if im floating on a hover
blink and i feel like one another
wonder if im floating on a hover
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