Oh, you've a pretty mouth, leave your lips to linger on my skin and kiss me one last time i will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter sleeping in the sutures of the city's skin make yourself remember me in cold and concrete. when will you realize this city/your demons make(s) you real oh, you've a pretty mouth, leave your lips to linger on my skin and kiss me one last time i will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter sleeping in the sutures of the city's skin make yourself remember me in cold and concrete. it's the way my hands felt lying still beneath your dress (i am transparent, i am a greenhouse filled with ghosts.) oh god, oh dear god whisper secrets, speak in a hushed voice the first thing that you learn is that you never let them hear you in a soundproof room, in a windowless world keep your voice down or dull your words. then, put on your bedroom face for him, all pursed lips and half-closed eyes with pink-stained skin screaming for sleeping hands on downed dresses, screaming for dead legs come alive, for dead legs come alive. oh dear god, there is no excuse for me. i still love you, but i don't love myself.
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