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[pacingalone]

Liebe und Nacht sind liegt

The minds an infidel
we plunge muck from drains
things that belong in sewers
and visit california where
it is only women
and there is only gold.

The stars are bright
and hiding, under smog and city lights
smoking, crackling cigarettes whisper,
"i know there are more of you"

And there are more. It
would be a lie to say i think of you
and only you.

Skin craveing unfamiliar touch.
sometimes
when running my hands over familar dray patches.
Touching you,
I wonder about the stars.
And the few we see that shine so brightly.
a crackling wisper
"there are more of you"

The minds an infidel
drunken secrets about time spent alone
and then theres trust
the biggest lie.

because if you live where there is only gold
you only ever see the few who shine.
And where am I?

Those bumps and rough patches
memorized and read
by another?

no.

We have no stars, no trust, just gold
and crackling wispers
the mind is an infidel.