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Lack Thereof
beasts of comparison:
when the sky dies
we'll cry for the sun.
with guitars upcranked
we will long for the tap of a snare.
appreciation through removal.
tardy to care.
and God is not frugal with Love
so I'm scared...
a beach footprint is walked over
until it washes away
tn we talk over what and what may
have just happened that day.
I'm gripping on to a string
of an angel's hair
cause I know
Love comes with hangovers...
and at the bottom of a shady lair
a demon mixes amnesia potions
for us to indulge
in a false excitement
for smelling the air
of an ocean...
