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[geturgunandplay]

sitting at the table, bitting nails to swords
this is the consequence of adultery
as i rip it from your skin
this rumor will still your breath

will you now believe

here i am writing you the perfect song
when sleep comes to make you new, so will i
we will collapse together like an empty glove
my ghost will tell your ghost
the who, what, why, and when.

will you now believe
that this was meant to be
that we were meant to see
into this bliss that overrides ignorance
and to pass back and forth from fiction to fantasy
from driveway to back seat
hands encased with one another
to hear our heartbeats as they skip notes
but still manage to con-strew a symphony
that was meant for no one and nothing
but will be heard by all
but now that orchestration is in peril
and the violinists have all gone home
can you not see, how i love you.
will you now believe.