November 17, 2015


i'll not contain you/i won't look for you in my room
through lengthy talks i'll not contain you
through climbing arms i'll reach my loft
through rotting skin i'll leave my coffin
through calloused work i will grow soft
my eyes narrow towards a light
a place where we hotly radiate
and things aren't concrete there and we fastly glide
over the bay, over our days and to get there
i'll not contain you

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