it smelt of things unsaid

Her small hands, as if beds

heated cheeks against them, I beg

But a whisper is all that's heard, s'all I could muster up from an empty chest

Most of my things stored there are gone

Haven't gotten around to shopping in some time



Much rather keep throwing out what's old, those things that don't serve me no mo'

Un-learn what's been etched into my skin

Eyes looking past mine, heart beating fully divine, in time with rythms off beat yet on-time

I feel almost inclined to wait and figure this out

This strange place I've been placed

through no fault of mine...................

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puttin' the roota in the toota since 98'