Brothers wasted

upside down and spinning

one beside and one below

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I still feel you in the corner of my mouth

a night spent with lips pressed

sad and soft against my own

the taste of sugar and methadrone

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Why aren’t you like the others,

easy and empty

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The world moves below me

forward, bent on beauty

i wonder, this time?

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There was noone, and i was nothing

silence sounded but for the sea

as if i’d never felt the sun, it shone

through pale flesh and empty mind

everything was amber, then sparkling

as mystomach turned, laid on my bed of stones.

I feel him close and soon but far apart

I was there alone

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your the same and its the same

holding still fast to empty hope