a heavy ness is on my arm
standing there without me
on my wrist staring
through the lights
between us two
make something of
the heaviness of it,
the planet
the planet
thrown around like
a medicine ball
you think we think we're
talking but no not at all
we're really just crying
put your finger
back in your mouth
take those rocks out
and breathe out
that fire
you can breathe it out
on me
if you have to
if you have to
to free yourself
put your finger
back in your mouth
take those rocks out
and breathe out
that fire
you can breathe it out
on me
if you have to
if you have to
to free yourself
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