41a twig in your dirt hole
can you resist a rage?
same vine tree in one sun
does it feel the right human?
your eyes in fume with doubts
I know I left what would cry of flames
a skin that does not exist in me
I see a bag in my core nothing more
be calm so be calm it all happens for you
you know your breath will sink in time
it will piece together with you
a memory of night in bed
and another night in the dungeon with you
smooth with you lips in the morning star
they will see but they will not ask a thing
so hush a tongue.don't spread it without me
what we do is nature in mommas eyes
