spines
its loosened fingers and slotted spines
its loosened fingers and slotted spines
fix cover the lip...
grip fingers and slip
new splinters and
cold confused winters
we told the old millions
to leave.
( and we) feelin the
waves of pine
creeping across the line
separattach the two rooms from groove the same tunes
agreed,
its feeding the
small bright corner as
dark becomes borders
we bead,
clutch the cold fusion
believe the huge cusion
and wake from the shrinking shade
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thrown across a chair
enjoying effortless demise
draw a crowd
of congregating flies
behind the eyes
the beauty lies
the beauty lies behind the eyes
and so does everything thats ugly and despised
i expect at least id be suprized
but no
suprizingly no
the lie behind those lying eyes
oh to lie behind those lying eyes
the lie behind those lying eyes
the beauty lies behind the eyes
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