This backbend is the future
tight wire of dreams
warm like dance
step, tip-toe
*
your toenail could tear it,
from some other room
a cough, a prayer
renounces
*
your breath
goes to my brain
your back is turned.
(But arched closer to me.)
_
tight wire of dreams
warm like dance
step, tip-toe
*
your toenail could tear it,
from some other room
a cough, a prayer
renounces
*
your breath
goes to my brain
your back is turned.
(But arched closer to me.)
_
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