Hide inside my mind⁣
to not perish outside⁣
Fugitives of the ethereal world⁣
Contaminate the sky ⁣
I hurry into your embrace⁣
and find a faraway home⁣
Not much to satisfy⁣
We communicate in the night⁣
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Decorate your insecurity⁣
bury it underneath ⁣
Assurances turn to dust⁣
when your lips drip venom⁣
It’s never good enough⁣
when your will is set⁣
You make me leave your embrace⁣
as we attend a ⁣
burial of our future selves

Art by Tim White