Syncopation

Not natural in the way I spoke,

With stains of poison

Slowly bleeds through this silken gown…

I’d sing the song of the morning time

As I throw myself into the light

Just to remain where it stays

…Because he’s so smooth…

It’s just like advanced time

Where my breath elapses

And I become space and time spastic.

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