pre-text: written during my 'dry' season...the use of 'dry' is highly ironic here because i was on an emotional drought and an alcoholic flood within my bodily system..hahaha...
muse: no one in particular
change the weather
drain the ocean
melt the moon
turn off the sun
shuffle the seasons
count the sand
juggle the stars
convert the pope
sprint the walk
mute the music
glorify the sinners
lock up the keys
tarnish the laws
peirce the holes
darken the smile
wind the time
live the future
eat the thirst
laugh the sobs
beat the heart
grow the love
twist the psyche
lick the pain
crush the shattered
grope the feelings
dream the reality
end the eternity
question the answers
fuel the tears
fuck the sex
and when you are with that
remember to
switch off my soul
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