now we both pull faces, in the wind,
everything’s equal but still stings
when the breeze chokes, we’re both falling.
into the land like angels screaming.

you spit on your mirror, in the light,
always cursing softly in disguise,
it’s getting late, your chords are out,
i’d tune you darling, but i can’t kiss your mouth.

so it goes away, over and again,
every few weeks we’re sick with longing.
tell me a secret, make it worth it,
i’m tired of waking in her arms and dirty.

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