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And what is there left to write
Keep it out of mind and out of sight
Fondness torn like muscle
Overdone and underused
Atrophy in evolution
Drink and dine with my enemy
But that's all that they can do
And it's nothing short of human

I draw solace from metal ash trays
And vestiges of sweet
Prayer at your feet
I know you had your reasons

Trapped by plaster and lacquered wood
I fear my bed far more than i should
Context stains my memories
Sugarcoat my evil eye
And i'm getting sick of trying
To forget our paradise
And your maladapted try
At holding up the sky

Oh the seams between the plates of my skull
They ache and shift each time
I try to take what's mine
Marred by your divine immaturity

Fortify myself with flowers
Against a home that i once loved
Floorboards creek
And so does my chest

And the end of summer means
Coming back to things
Undone by your greed
And your reluctance

I curse the sun, and video, and my stubborn stupid love
As i sing sweet melodies
Bare sweet maladies
And breath kind words into my own infinity