he sings of love
in a sorrow soaked voice
yes,
sorrow is a substance
pus,
nectar,
deluge
i inhale
my respect for his immersion
as if choice does not exist
like an odourless gas
it hurts less to let it in
he sings of love in a sorrow soaked voice yes, sorrow is a substance pus, nectar, deluge i inhale my respect for his immersion as if choice does not exist like an odourless gas it hurts less to let it in |
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