There is a game going on between us
no need for me to use lingering words in this.
he feared it more than I did
and I went to sleep with a needle poking the left side of my head
telling me perhaps
to do more math, to be prepared for the staggering fractions here.
My storm is worse today and so I desperately have to use the words of others
I wish it were different babe
I wish we had bikes to take to the right side of town.
This will never be enough for me
now
everytime you close your eyes,
lies! lies!
Into the mouth of green morning
Faker.
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