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Breathe me in Like air, innocent. My fingers bleed. (I've been writing too much.) Preventing these words from Searing my battered throat. And I can't fucking scream So I sketch your face. Each line was a cry. (Each curve bore blindness.) Prevent my arms from failing. Limitless expressions To your face I can't conform, But give hands the chance voice wouldn't have. It was the first time that our words kissed, But our lips, they didn't even touch. No skin to skin. The first time in my life that I existed. And each time that we breathed, We were reborn. We're reborn each time we breathe. Each time we breathe. Each time we breathe. These nights were gaining strength, Yet losing ground. A short-lived grace. A short-lived grace. Your tongue! I taste your ways with a pen In my hand, in my hand, in my hand. I taste your ways. Well, in a matter of time My life went from day to night, In criminating textures. Where the fuck did you go? What happened to us? With this retouching paint, I will use a brush, Apply it to your canvas. This was once a beautiful painting. Each lasting memory Will control each word that I write. And I used to think that my hands could dance. I only needed to hold, to hold, to hold myself, myself up. To hold myself up. You were never a crutch As you tore me away Like this fringed paper's edge. You were never A crutch. You were never A crutch. Each lasting memory Will control each word I write. And I used to think that my hands could dance. But now, but now I see that my hand's been broken For quite some time. These memories impale the senses to this day. And I used to think that my hands could dance. But now, but now I see that my hand's... I'm broken. |