on my tongue driven
dead leaves fall on blood stained face
streets full of rain
tiny fractures
stained table cloth fingers
standing still
she hears each of his lies
she listens for his breathing
hark, the call of birds
his false shadow, painted skin
a child cries
coagulation
she stands on the edge of space
waiting/ ready to evaporate
the dead and green leaves clutter
the bubble cloud of air and water
mixed
mixed
continues for love
long lost dreams gone whispers fade
spiders spin webs lost highway
in our hearts trouble
spiders spin webs lost highway
in our hearts trouble
drunken thoughts today
complicated on stained sheets
complicated on stained sheets
in his eyes her eyes
glowing moon
witness the lack now in bloom
thick in fog of heaven and hell
specks of love gather in a stream
life scratched from rust
each is made of dust
lost in silence
whispers fade
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