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From the bottom up of this secret code,

we never cared who lifted us up or destroyed us.

With each bite of this fruit and its succulence

The flavors over threw you

Sounds of cars and life never seemed so close

And every morning below me

There are rattling chains

And severed heads and winged tipped foot steps



This town out drew me



From my window, you watch me undress

And watch me drag my kitchen chair

From this room to that.

I always compose myself into the middle of the seat

And from the back of my head

You could see every motion

Of everything I have ever felt.



This time I will find you



Within these hours

When everything is dimly lit

I choose to drink and spin the needle

Into the opposite side of the grain



And I become a wave



And it has always been acceptable

To become this wreckless

To retreat like a soldier under fire

To be content with just a gaze

And a selfish reason.

It’s just another morning all alone.



From my tiny kitchen window

I wait for the sound of you on the gravel

But the sound never comes

And my dinner rots on the table



I am dizzy from this scene



And to hold this close to me, darling

Is to say that I cheated myself once again.

For you, I was a loser in this game.

Love has always been this intricate design

That everyone miscalculated

And freed themselves from.



And like what the masses say

It is always different behind the drawn shades.

But I unswervingly say,

I will find you.



I will unload a full magazine

And  find you.