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{caveat} aleah sato I am close to slipping up. No longer drunk, music is to blame. Where a hard blade pushes the earth, I become soft to rumours. I don't want to believe that sleep can unravel, or how faith is an equally tricky addiction. I see the curve of land and taste your taste: lips of autumn and every small desire you held. I make myself open, raise lights so that with you I always choose the hard bargain. I am close now. Say my name. Tell me it is nothing. |
