i have never been anything so reckless as this cliffside under the influence. what is trust anyway? a temporary burden eyelashes to the sky eyelashes to the ground the sand at our feet is ancient. we take it back to cages of drywall & sing hopelessly in the shower nature fills the rusty pipes do people ever bloom like roses? moth holes in the clothing oil stains & aftershave a telephone that never rings an unavoidable brightness the volume too high i think we’re running out of faces my imagination goes wild on you i want to mute the doorbell lose myself in the bamboo sheets be patient enough to learn instead here i am eyelashes that rarely ever look up
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