This Feels Like-There Will Be Fireworks

This feels like
I’m the least dirt you brushing off your brand new sleeve
Heartless and claim to be patient
While I work your head to work you
With these outraged great hands controlled by imperfect myths and thoughts
Tied up in knots with your closed legs in the plain white linen
My snakes in the garden hidden
The words fall from my lips then gathering clouds around your head
Weighing like lace

The message reads like your first school Bible
Meaningless, dull, fierce, and quick
Hollow dirty tricks

On this night with the concrete cracking from this dead set cold
My fist grows old
Tracing agitating nouns I misplaced with this average size maid
Fill up them with perfect myths and thoughts
Tied up in knots
With Extensive questions with my vocal rehearsals
I always remember the curse words
The words fall from my lips and gathering clouds around your head.
Weighing like lace
The message reads like your first school Bible
Meaningless, dull, fierce, and quick
Hollow dirty tricks

The words fall from my lips and gathering clouds around your head.
Weighing like lace
The message reads like your first school Bible
Meaningless, dull, fierce, and quick
Hollow dirty tricks


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