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What We Had to Say

Drip drip drip
Your name your name your words on my lips
This nothing
Into an abyss
Your whispers of sweet eternal bliss
Your breath your breath
Your hand on my hip
This isn’t a f***ing race
You’re pulling a power trip
I’m breathing in tomorrow
Like i’m smoking from my pipe
A never ending medicine of
My untimely hype
Weep and weep
Hold me really tight
I cannot see before me
I cannot see the light
I gasp I gasp
It’s pulling me deep under
I’m trembling with atrocity
I’m listening to the thunder
The thunder of my history
My mother and my blood
My lungs fill with water
As my feet feel like lead
I tried I tried
I tried every day
But in the end all that’s left is

What we had to say

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