The idea of you is a spill of coffee on my cold lips
Within the protection of a sweater
On a maple afternoon
Though my cup did not hold transparency
Like the window I just cleaned
For if it did I would have seen it was your blood that I was drinking
Cup of Blood
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graves of history
Take showers in the blank stares of strangers
For everything I have lived is forbidden
The present no less sour than the past
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Box of Oppression
I am built on a plaintive mountain of emptiness
With the broken bones of those who jumped before me
Their reflections of pain can be seen in my eyes
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Red Sea
You left me drowning in a red sea of emotion
Making me map out the stars to predict your impossible current
I remember the invisible stream
Broken free from my split chest
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