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• a shame without a sin.
• and that day that we watch the death of the sun, that the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on and you gaze unafraid as they sob from the city ruins.
• as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.
• baby and her momma and the damaged love she made.
• back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted.
• be still, my indelible friend.
• before the otherness came.
• blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
• boys workin’ on empty.
• chided by the silence of the hushed sublime, blind to the purpose of the brute divine; but you were mine.
• don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash.
• every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside.
• feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, i lay my heart down with the rest at her feet.
• heaven and hell were words to me.
• her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves like sleep to the freezing.
• honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips.
• honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes i feel like a person for a moment of my life.
• i knew that look, dear, eyes always seeking.
• i need to be youthfully felt, cause God, i’ve never felt young.
• i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door.
• i'd be the choiceless hope in grief.
• idealism sits in prison.
• imagine being loved by me.
• innocence died screaming.
• lay me gently in the cold, dark earth.
• like the bonfire that burns, in worth, in a fight felt too.
• my baby never fret none about what my hands and my body done.
• my head was war, my skin was soaked, i called your name 'til the fever broke; when i awoke, the moon still hung. the night so black that the darkness hummed.
• my peace has always depended, on all the ashes in my wake.
• so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes.
• something so magic about you.
• sweet and right and merciful, i'm all but washed in the tide of her breathing.
• the dark caress of someone else; i guess any thrill will do.
• the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you.
• the thrill of knowing how alone we are.
• there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, only then i am human, only then i am clean.
• we tried the world, good God it wasn’t for us.
• why would you make out of words a cage for your own bird?
• you don't have to sing it right but who could call you wrong? to put your emptiness to melody your awful heart to song.
• you’re Atlas in his sleeping.