A million words i've written
To form descriptions of ghosts
Unappreciative of crimes never known
Still i work to see
In a way of being solemn and formed
In a pressure of ten and nine
In a feeling of sidelines and motherly sort of care

He held me stronger
And kissed me longer
And i came harder
Than before with a flow of words so clean
In barless cages
And bladeless edges
On plates i would show everyone but him

In my bed, places that fade
Into people and things
Songs of vague entry
And numbers which give no meaning to their name

I'll never know
And neither will you

If you ever figure this out...
i'll suck your dick

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