Attar

If rosiness was a sweet affair
Then why are we still sitting here
Deciduous desires disappear

That feeling stuck
Two fingers to my throat
I rub the wound with resin of pine, pitch of piñon

"Climb down, climb down... climb down from your dream!"
- those were the last five words you'll ever hear from me

Pressure often understands
The subtle nature of a man
Chip away. Stack up again



Credits
Writer(s): Conner Youngblood
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