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what terrible things I have done in my dreams

please put these hands behind bars

so all I have to give you is my sigh-

easiest when it’s all for you

but I keep speaking like all these ghosts

still once I get off the stage

I have things I want to whisper

but nowhere to throw them,

what a poor substitute for secrets,

when I am here I am

everything I don’t want me to be

the only way I don’t stay for a fourth dessert

is to somehow see myself out,

this is how I know why

they still call it a bruise once it’s healed.

if you could only see me pleading,

be more magic, less substance,

fit my chaos into a language,

take me with you.

we are all just change in a drainpipe,

whispers in january,

the mirror’s stupid mistakes.

we are all just god’s echoes,

murmurs shot out of cannons.