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Throat missed
04:09
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So much of you is in the air you can comfortably stare straight into the sun
but there’s not enough light in my lung, there’s not enough of your name on the tip of my tongue.
You say to me
I’ve never kissed someone with brown eyes because I don’t want to stare into eyes like mine.
You come from a place where the butterflies are bold but they grow bolder as they flutter up to rust in your throat as you grow old.
Spiderwebs stick to my sweat
I hear your voice asking me if I miss you yet
but there’s not enough time to be missed
Your goal was not to fall in love
Your goal was to be fallen in love with.
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Morning black
04:56
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I see you close the door slowly
I hear you run down the stairs quick
I have kept you
I have kept you
You love the feeling of clean teeth and clean sheets and clean hands clean hearts
and you also love sinking in.
You also love sinking in.
You look different but you let me tell you I’d felt a limb grow back
but it looked different
no mourning for you or me you are the morning black
Dip your toes in tear ducts please just balance along my lash line
The bags are not hers
they’re not mine
He put his hand on my heart and said to me “she is your salvation”
Lashes never saltier never sweeter.
You look different but you let me tell you I’d felt a limb grow back
but it looks different
no mourning for you or me you are the morning black
Brain beats alone
but lungs in sync with yours.
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3. |
Back in
03:23
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You can breathe now
hard-headed, soft-hearted now.
The pit in your stomach will fill itself.
You can see now
brain slowing, heart beating now.
The swells in your throat will heal themselves.
Fall gently back into place.
This will not be the worst you will face.
Dig deep, fall asleep, wake up and dig deeper.
You can speak now.
Lips soft, but tongue sharp enough now.
The names in your mouth will form themselves.
You can live now.
Chest sealing, mind opening now.
You’re falling back in love with yourself.
You’re falling back in love with yourself.
You’re falling back in love with yourself.
You’re falling back in love with yourself.
Fall gently back into place.
This will not be the worst you will face.
Dig deep, fall asleep, wake up and dig deeper.
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4. |
Breathing growth
03:13
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It’s like an apple, having just brushed my teeth,
It’s like you lying about having a good night’s sleep.
It’s like a nap that makes sirens sound like kids on a beach.
It won’t be good to you until I am good to me.
I’ve never known you in the Spring.
I’ve had a breathing growth but don’t be soft on me.
I’ve never known you in the Spring.
Space between skin and skull.
Space between your space and my space like the big space like the great space is dull.
Then eyes fall well into my head.
Skin feels one with pillow closed blinds soft bed.
I’ve never known you in the Spring.
I’ve had a breathing growth but don’t be soft on me.
I’ve never known you in the Spring.
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Head held
03:16
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I saw all the colours you went through and I knew that my colours were you. I watched your heart break so gently and I knew that your heart was me. All gain from nothing to lose. Green thumb with wooden to chose. Your head in mine not for the last time. A ringing both inside and out. Left and right ear left and right doubt. I lost you patience too soon but what a privilege it is to miss you. I can’t listen.
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6. |
Clavicle naps
03:40
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Clavicle naps
shivering shoulder caps
the thought of you is warm.
A sleeping stack
you are behind my back
blow smoke to me I’m worn.
The thought of you is warm.
Blow smoke to me I’m worn.
I’m torn.
Sandpaper throats
tongue of a curse that gloats
count rise count fall count breathe.
Heat in my cheeks
following floorboard
count fall count you count me.
The thought of you is warm.
Blow smoke to me I’m worn.
count rise count fall count breathe.
count fall count you count me.
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7. |
Stand sorry
02:45
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Where should we go for dinner?
The choice is yours my love.
Will we stay together?
The choice is yours my love.
Half asleep eyes wait for typing signs.
Fast cars on Evergreen like sleepy waves in paradise.
When was the last time?
You stand up like you’re sorry, like a night-violet, like a hair on the back on my neck.
Where should we go for dinner?
The choice is yours my love.
Will we stay together?
The choice is yours my love.
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8. |
Things missed
03:48
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you hiked down the great Grand Canyon
you had shaky legs but you’re voice was steady
a voice on the phone didn’t want to hear yours
your hair smelled of chlorine and linen
the tans on the tops of your feet said summer
you couldn’t remember your dreams in the morning
the found new ways to love old friends
you sent nice cards to your parents
your brother moved out
Seduced by gap tooth no socks at a continental breakfast on the way to New Mexico.
Always so restless always so homesick where you don’t know where the towels are kept.
you learnt you were allergic to citrus
your favourite voice to hear got deeper
your favourite voice to hear for quieter and then stopped speaking
you fell back in love with blueberries
you slept with too many pillows
you drove yourself to work and you liked being alone in the car
you cried in the shower when your heart hurt
you cried in the shower when your heart didn’t hurt
you cried in the shower because you love everything so much (!)
Seduced by gap tooth no socks at a continental breakfast on the way to New Mexico.
Always so restless always so homesick where you don’t know where the towels are kept.
you held a small breathing machine in your arms
the dip of your nose fit in the back of its head
You found a cheekbone filled with an orion’s belt of sunspots.
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