Lately, i sleep
as lorn slumber hopes
rise updowninout
and force me awake,
ears filled with song
from tiny lips
or the tap a tap tap
a
new language
decoded by fingertip confessions
that lips, the light of one match
and tounge silence
make hard sounding hands
fit my spaces
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with the singing inside mind...
leaving a trail that no one can follow.
Finger chewing.
Ass itching.
Personal experience that no one can see...
me...you...
there is a correlation...
electronic existence...
looms outside, while we...type our lives away.
"leaving a trail that no one can follow."
There are places we must go alone. I agree.
"with the singing inside mind" is a bit c-doggish in its tone, no?
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