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I am old tonight

full of scars

everything dangles

withers away

This couch is like the sea

taking me under like a small fish

I would hold you,  

til the night ends

But we don't fit anymore

See, I want a love that

teeters on the brink of madness

I ache for kisses that taste like

a winter storm

I need hands that tremble over my skin

I want home

I will move on honey

I am like Jesus, walking over the

torrent waters

looking for the next ship to take

me where I want to go