The well, beneath the canopy
Drooping and sagging and lamenting
Golden green leaves into
Circles, treasures like
You have marked the spot
Look at your hand, swelling up
Was it a bloat, a bluish bruise, or did you simply
Break your hand trying to hold mine
No, baby, I'm as shocked as you are
The water is cool and cruel, the water is soft and
Sad. The water is boiling.
No, I'm asking,
I'm always asking, and not for more
For less, different, you, anyone else, bedrooms, myself
Lights and lights and laughter
It's always the other side of the coin with me
Except when it isn't. Except when it is.
Nobody noticed as the heat crept in.
If you keep at this, you have killed me
You have brought me down low, just like you used to do
Hell was always by your side, my insides trying to
Smile as they burn, dry, empty,
And she is nothing but a copy
She is nothing but a copy
I am nothing but you
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