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i am writing
graffiti on your body
i am drawing the story of how hard we tried
i am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
i am waiting for sleep to offer up the deed
with both hands in each other's shadows
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i am drawing the story of how hard we tried
i am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
i am waiting for sleep to offer up the deed
with both hands in each other's shadows
we grew less and ( Read more... )
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