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An indian woman would cover us with a blanket, but she won't now. The sun has set. The song has ended. A poor man would see brightness in our eyes, but he won't, for the world is blind when our night arrives. Let me connect the dots; make a picture out of nothing, a word means a lot when you're looking for salvation, a poem means so much when you're in love with death and lust; And I've been merely trying to fill in the days with sex and drama and nicotine. It's been years again. I grow old on my own notions. I grow pale on my own watercolours. Let them drip over the sink, let me have a sip of that, let me try and nibble lips that

Wrap your legs around me so my whole body can breathe into a kiss on your skin; I fold my heart and slide it through the space between your body and mine; this message I send, this feeling that blooms, like a clock, beating, inside the envelope all my blood turns into a colour that reminds me of a sea I once floated on; an innocence lost that together we try to find; into this world of mistakes and lessons learned, let us breathe deeply in our sleep, with your legs wrapped around me and my heart in a box, sleeping between us, holding on to yours, And I breathe into this kiss, a letter so broken, like my words, so worn, but if

The shadow path takes us somewhere not just anywhere, just this nowhere where dreams are shattered against a wall. The shadow path I take photographs on takes me to this wall I die against shot three times against myself, me only.

We lied to make us feel alive, better. Just that, love, because we shared bodies too often, accidents we could not bare to make sense of, randomness in its best, just like when you pick out a dress to wear and the umbrella to keep you dry, we should have just kept inside, and never walk in the rain. And we lied to make us feel, better yet, to let us live this accident, just that, the bodies we shared were too sore, too broken down by all certainty in love, we wear our heart out in the rain, and hope for it to be picked up, when we should have just kept it inside, and never dare to kiss.