Shit was good
In our little walls
With no choice
But the other
Or to go out Alone
Or together.
Endure
and Create our own sentence.
Sit was good in that asylum.
'Till one breaks.
Had our spots
On a couch and in a bed.
Sole to sole
Bicycle motion
To the motion picture in the back
Like the window of down time.
Then sole to mid-foot
In the air conditioned sleep.
Home cooking on Tuesday,
Where we lost and found the libido.
Shit was good
In our sentence,
'Till one breaks the letters.
When your
Times up you need release.
Add two dots
To our period..
Then my hands
Put your stuff on the curb,
Put it out with you.
My shit-van took it all away from here.
Dipped the pen
In the ink of love song.
It was good to feel that cursive.
'Till one breaks the letters.
What's this time
With the loop without the tail.
Need new lines
To guide the tails direction.
When you trace
All it's pretty pretty curves,
Realize
It only ends if you don't connect it.
Say goodbye
To my T's to my I's.
It was good.
'Till one breaks the letters down.
'Till one breaks the letters down,
Own their own they're just shapes
They don't know what they're spelling.
'Till one breaks the letters down,
The loop grabs the first tail
It can feel in motion.
'Till one breaks the letters down,
Which puts down an airy sentence
Worth not repeating.
'Till one breaks the letters
Just some slang on a page
With poor punctuation.
'Till one breaks the letters down,
Own their own they're just shapes
They don't know what they're spelling.
'Till one breaks the letters
Just some slang on a page
With poor punctuation.
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