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...written on 2009-01-16, @ 3:58 p.m.
Kiss your lips to the pavement and sing songs to the dark. Echo screams to the heavens in a hoarse, dry bark. Catharsis in concrete, tastes like smoke on sin. Something freeing and deadly swallows me in.
So pull me to the surface of rumbling glee. Tug me with hands still soft with naivete. Smile with a whisper, and frown with a song, but hold me in your world. Take me where you are.
Not because I love you or even because I care. Just take me to someplace that doesn't exist here.
Show me the songs you sing in a language I don't know, run me through whatever stories you know. Please find me a place that just isn't here. Where I don't have to placate or shed any tears.
And when the funs over and we all have to go, usher me softly, a fresh breath of snow. Just release me gently and let me feel free, just for a moment before I die from the heat. Of the tar on my tongue and the noise in my ears, it all just seems better after sighing out fears.