My heart's fierce routes traverse here
maps curve cathedral arms out there
feelings scrambling across my face
in the stutter of heightened fights
I can miss all the people you have been,
the punctuation and pitch of your voices
I can learn all the places you have been
this body is--those borders are--prisons
I fill my thoughts with plots. Of weeping
until we drown--all the places in this town
_
maps curve cathedral arms out there
feelings scrambling across my face
in the stutter of heightened fights
I can miss all the people you have been,
the punctuation and pitch of your voices
I can learn all the places you have been
this body is--those borders are--prisons
I fill my thoughts with plots. Of weeping
until we drown--all the places in this town
_
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