the sentiment is still intact
a golden cat
a photograph
to be full
full of spite
need to close my eyes
to black the light
the images
crawl up my spine
you left them there,
tattooed in time
wrinkled up
thrown out for good
another note
I wish you would,
tear apart like my skin
we were as free as we could be
nothing can take that from me
a heavy weight from NYC
a hotel room we couldn't leave
all the ghosts drawn on the wall
onto my arms the words were scrawled
a secret pulse between you and me
the strangest fruit that killed the tree
eyes that grow in the night
dilate when the pace is right
we were as free as we could be
not even you can take that from me
we were as free as we could be
but too much ain't enough for me

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