let me just unbend the strings before i sprint
the gods kinda forgot about us, about us
so long i hardly heard from them now
i didn't shift the blame and forget the pen
this time
i did sound your soul and found a home
the Trilarian left a message on my door
when the day breaks, i'll get to uncoding
your astral beauty beams all over the place
at eleven past eleven i mouth your name
Hi, i am sin
no beacon lights up forever, it flickers on and off
like my poetry
i come at you in breathless fractions
i need you close but not too close
heart's in the cradle and all
he eats, beats and repeats
i try spinning it, that's a good trick
this love has too many parts
in wider scheme of things
the end of a poem is like an orgasm
you wait to cool off and start over
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