words in my head
atom splitting up the twins
rocks inside my head again
keeps me from your bed
sends me errand boy at swim
to drag my lake for scars
do the stars conspire
to kill us off with loneliness
am i so inspired that i could save
the both of us
stayed up all night
rubbing words but they don't take
now the sun says
what a mess you've made
with a bag of beer
held like the last girl on earth
to keep your hands from words
do the stars conspire to pin us
down like butterflies
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