Beating belts and slamming doors
Screams that shatter floors
Broken plates and bleeding sores
I don't know who we are anymore
Fuck you bitch and fuck you whore
Are weapons of our hating wars
Crooked frames and cracked jaws
I don't think we love anymore
If I close my eyes, the words would fall onto paper. They would shift into place and arrange into art. They would describe a story of great love and adventure. I just need to close my eyes and dream.
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