Strummed melodically,
I find myself
Killed soft..
The theory of loves relativity,
Defined in your fingernail
The ridges of them decked with small white spots of me,
And my many dreams of
Your cinnamon love
And your sax..
Yes I mean your sax..
You saxophone voice derivation,
Left my heartbeat limping to your syncopation.
And I was in that room, labeled waiting.
Hoping my name would be called
Hours in I found you sleeping on us,
Imagined my loved somehow rusted,
And all of the love and all of the lust it..
Came together in anger,
And my soul combusted.
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