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- Lost Pages
words shatter in my face
splintered in my tongue
riding one-wheeled chariots
when my heart gave out I took it to the shop
at the very very top of a temporary clock tower
the mechanist pulled me in close
checked my beard for silver threads
chugged puff steam from the pipe in his mouth
- Specifically, In Waves
i always run
the language is irrelevant
we only know denial
the bruises never tell how
you'll never know
i hear the voices strain their chords and notes
making the sound
you kept me safe I'd rather drown