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.your face.
.my words.
this feels like your tongue squirming beneath my jaw
and .this.
is like decayed wine, the song so old and powerful
we know all the words but know nothing of their meaning
so .speak.
dont be afraid
colourful lights and your videocamera
.ecstasy.
forgotten your denial
forgotten my deception
forgotten my dementia
and the hallucinations are the only thing thats real
as we .fuck.
.fuck.
under pink bedsheets
your hair in perfect placement
now's the time for the money shot
.forgotten.
.forgotten.
but made so much more aware
this is your kingdom
my wet tender insides
(so much more aware)
as my heart beats rapidly, pulsating through the flesh
(and)
your hands come tapping, rapping, slapping, pinching
flailing
.and we.
are made in one piece
...guitar serenades
air hockey charades
pretty boys with long blonde hair
.and your voice.
.your voice.
cracked out and beaten, forbidden and rewarded
rusty and full of life
as it leaves you behind
and you still
.listen.
even though i make no sense
i cant make any compromise
(chemical dependency)
.literal.
dependency
i could never forget your name
i never succeeded in forgetting your face
.forgotten.
im
.forgotten.
im
.forgotten.
im
forgotten
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