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I awake in the face of gravity
Lifting shapes from the dark
And seeking comfort in this old spark

Running through trees
And bending like light
I am spun tightly in flight

Take the drug and suck it down
Adrenaline feels like needles and pins
His breath feels like my favorite sin

Hair golden through waves of sunlight
Remembering every tragic knot and web
Trying frantically to retrace these steps

I'm so sure of nothing true
As impenetrable as concrete
As thick as summer heat

Pretend I didn't say that
There is no me inside of you
Oh no, another sentence due

But I was there once, I'm sure
Through tainted touch and secret
Through all the fingertips, I made it

Like crimson on opaque white
I blotted out the darkened lines
I made your eyes link to mine