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every day meant
a subtle touch for soul
i felt it in my throat
when i spat out songs i hoped i had forgotten.
feelings for an ancient song.
and then mirrors hold squints for eyes.
and they rip out previous likely mistakes just like enemies.
they are...
traveling mexico for small gifts and net beds.
i remember it in my chest.
there is a few.
and what is dead could kill me finally.
oxygen cant be remembered.
just like it cant be withheld.
rumors and meteors.
nestle here for heat.
the words worked fine.
im in the wrong place at the right time.
lost but not listening.
i never knew it.
a subtle touch for soul
i felt it in my throat
when i spat out songs i hoped i had forgotten.
feelings for an ancient song.
and then mirrors hold squints for eyes.
and they rip out previous likely mistakes just like enemies.
they are...
traveling mexico for small gifts and net beds.
i remember it in my chest.
there is a few.
and what is dead could kill me finally.
oxygen cant be remembered.
just like it cant be withheld.
rumors and meteors.
nestle here for heat.
the words worked fine.
im in the wrong place at the right time.
lost but not listening.
i never knew it.