The best songs implore us to show our bones.
Just because a person has a warrior's eyes
doesn't mean he's not a coward. It's not
in the seed, but in the deeds to be done.
“Does he hold you” like I want to? “Will he
ever bow down and die?” The words from a song
you never get to play for the one you meant
to play them for, those are the most dear, no?
I have a feeling you will agree with me
in time. Déjà vu. A few black check marks
cutting up the blue. I feel for you
is French for the things I want to do to you.
I is a proverb, a walking manifesto.
Who makes things only about himself is lost.
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