drape me cross, your floor

tis what's deserved

in mine, eyes

in thine lies, I've laid......listening closer to your thoughts

of destruction

your sweet nothings

become more, than, then just, in an instant

I'm lost

in everything you've said

all these games are played

strewn pieces through the backyard

bury them heads up, and watch dead moments become their boards

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puttin' the roota in the toota since 98'