Friday, 22 February 2008
you drop crotchets, quavers into the dark
I turn you on, turn you up 'til my ears bleed and the tears burn, squeezing fists tight in creased sheets. I press face down scream into salt damp pillows 'til my breath shakes and you sing and sing while i fall apart, and i know that no matter what, no matter when, your band will always be my friend.
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