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if my thoughts were not so loud, i could convince you
i can be quiet as a crab on the sand,

my reflection continues to darken like pressed charcoal and my spirit crumbles quickly but
sucks on the life of a bamboo sheet

and you're told there is a everyday exposition of labels to fold and tuck across ourselves,
there is a color for your lips and an oil to swallow for life,

but what will hold together the wear?
those above the water that cannot swim,
who will swim far enough to rescue the music box from the deep floor,

will someone continue to paint the extinguishers so we know which one to grab?

the subway is so quiet when it is full,
much too loud when empty and the retro seats radiate, as my eye sockets burn,
and there is never the passenger that you want,
but you don't know what to expect,

there was a little subaru red wagon in my dreams,
and he and i rode in it and hit every dumpster,
and i never laughed so hard,
and never tasted lemonade so sour,
and had only thought about before of so many kisses,

my legs stuck on tan leather seats,
my phone silent like i wished,
and the search for a pool vacant but full of surprises was a night long journey waking
a new morning dream