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you chew the meaning of your words
that drip upon the so-absurd
canvas you've got, to scrawl down your imagination's hands
but not the detail of your knuckles

we obfuscate the the basic theme
instead divide into two teams that plot
out every simulation then spot each other's sketchy microcosm

and I'm hanging on the end of your word
but the edges start to sharpen
would it be wrong if I misheard?
and your teeth had turned nettles

I threw an undecided metaphor
on top of what you'd prepared before
a blue peter badge is in the offering if you
can mix this in to something I can drink

the notion bogs down in the humidity
I sweat, and bet that if I turned you down
your brow would singe and start to spark
and burn away the fringe, and every preconception

and I'm hanging on the end of your word
but the edges start to sharpen
would it be wrong if I misheard?
and your teeth had turned nettles

pockets of light begin to traipse
the carpet through the curtain's gap
a harbinger of the afternoon's
fog lifting, and underlining subtext

and I'm hanging on the end of your word
but the edges start to sharpen
would it be wrong if I misheard?
and I'm hanging on the end of the world
but the edges start to sharpen
would it be wrong if I misheard?
and your teeth had turned nettles


Last edited by Jammydude44 at Jul 16, 2015,