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Oct 07, 2010 12:55

-persimmon-

outside leaves blow hard against the shutter
inside rain falls hard against my shudder
this drab gray place
this dab gray place hides
this drab gray place hides not enough
this drab gray place hides not enough
secrets

my dear dont come to me and beg for a mention
i'd hope you'd learned by now i'll never pay attention
my blackened charcoal carvings lain upon your mantle
your travel bag lays dis-repaired and broken handle

you'll never leave, i'll never care to leave the light on for you
i wouldnt blame you if one day you ceased to care, too
i'll crawl inside the fire, heat up to my elbows
inside i'll still feel cold and sacred as my bones go

when slowly carelessly my ash escapes those stone walls
i hope you notice what direction that strange wind blows
my darling, distance is an object that unwinds us
but disturbing is the way it also binds us

this drab gray place
this drab gray place
this drab gray place hides
this drab gray place hides
this drab gray place hides not enough
this drab gray place hides not enough
secrets
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