29.05.22
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if the earth spun any slower you would have caught it / it's okay about everything / the graveyards and the glass and whatever else there is/ or was/ or is / and the priest and the lawman and the crucifix that didn't bleed like a real god / baby how does it feel / to be carved from a celestial body / knife to the knuckle / sickle to the sun / it's okay about the heresy / how you're in more than one piece now / you're in more than one place / baby is it a comfort / we've forgiven forgotten your sins / we've encased you in glass / if there were more of you we'd love you less / i'm sorry / they'll hold onto me, too / they'll put my sawed-off parts on display / baby i met a man who's spent his whole life looking for fallen stars / combing the streets / turning rocks / raking oceans / i thought look up look up look up look up look up look up look up.
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words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
