I am the space between the easy sleep and breakdown
and not a soul will remember my name.
For all the love I send, it seems to lack a dash of handsomeness.
So, send me to the desert and I will walk on the back of my dead siblings.
Care for your future and kiss your mediocrity.
Together you are nothing but precious
and I am a weeping cloud attached to your gaze.
The gaze that is day dreaming of me.
But make it known that the sheets were not in flames.
The spoon was never bent.
We will starve from your darling heart, that is only wanting to feed one.
It shall be known for me to be thin and die for your sweet kisses.
I laugh and your lips are busy.
I curve my feet and leave the air behind.
Your lips are busy.
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