the sky had turned green with the threat of a storm
the world was shaking with an overdrawn breath
waiting for explosions of the heart
my sky will turn green and your words will all bleed
in the vein of other people's thoughts
we'll stick around together, I promise.
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it's the sound of you hissing in my recorded machine
it's the thought of you fucking your dreams in a basement
it's an old friend and a new touch and an old friend
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it's nice to see someone you haven't seen in a while
watching tv with no sound and a smile
we kiss with arched backs, stifled laughs, and Danny Elfman soundtracks.