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i'm pretty much confusion, personified, and freezing.
&everytime i get away from you i don't know what to think.
i have dreams that we are dancing, on bridges, in driveways.
it is cold, i am shaking, and these gloves, well,
they do nothing.
&sometimes i want to clutch my throat &scream at you
in a rasping voice that everything is NOT okay and this is NOT normal
and that we were NOT meant to have crawling obsessions
with bones and blood and cigarette smoke.
in the throes of passion,
we forget ourselves.
&everytime i get away from you i don't know what to think.
i have dreams that we are dancing, on bridges, in driveways.
it is cold, i am shaking, and these gloves, well,
they do nothing.
&sometimes i want to clutch my throat &scream at you
in a rasping voice that everything is NOT okay and this is NOT normal
and that we were NOT meant to have crawling obsessions
with bones and blood and cigarette smoke.
in the throes of passion,
we forget ourselves.