I hear songs in yardless rhymes
rain-drenched fingers
In the guise of
Echoing my fingertips
I return home to incessant chirpings
Trees, naked in broken branches
Flowers, shying in damp cheeks
Tucked beneath pillows dry.
Gods play with songs
Curvilinear paths they draw
Of sins and virtues
Moon lines sunlit corners
Keeping you alone in a corner.
All evening, all along sundown
Staying elsewhere with the other girl.
rain-drenched fingers
In the guise of
Echoing my fingertips
I return home to incessant chirpings
Trees, naked in broken branches
Flowers, shying in damp cheeks
Tucked beneath pillows dry.
Gods play with songs
Curvilinear paths they draw
Of sins and virtues
Moon lines sunlit corners
Keeping you alone in a corner.
All evening, all along sundown
Staying elsewhere with the other girl.
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