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Orange Water
02:17
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Dressed up in grubs, yard waste days passed by in a daze of birdbath cleanups
and little lessons of seasons. I find I always want to come find you.
Orange water from Rabat days; you sprinkle across our necks and along our collarbones. You never want to stick your neck out. Hidden smoking moments;
if you hadn’t followed him, would you smoke? Would you shriek?
Is he the reason you love me so? Is he the reason you float above it all?
I have no memories of you that aren’t coloured by him, you always smiled silently in his shadow. Beautiful mother, wants space to hate men, but will he ever let her, that beguiling ghost?
He left us and we clung to each other, cursing him instead of blessing one another. He left us and we starved ourselves, now finally we’re whetted.
Trials of lawn care, strewn about chairs, make the shapes of the years we have left.
Orange water from Rabat days; you sprinkle across our necks and along our collarbones. You never want to stick your neck out. Hidden smoking moments.
If you hadn’t followed him...
Believe that your best is before you, not in the cellar with his ashes, time to sprinkle them, orange water.
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Gorm Shelves
01:42
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I’ll open my legs up
And guess what
It’s the best way to know me
It’s easy to pick me up and throw me
I’ll blame you, shame you, defame, rename, claim, stain and, maim you
My dad ran away when I was fourteen
So I’ll run into your arms, faking, unclean
You’re standing all ready with dull satisfaction
You think you’re fooling me into thinking this is protection
Play the way you feel
But have fun while I steal
Your chase and game from under you
I can have my fun
Without this
I don’t feel for you:
You don’t feel bliss
This was never about exposure
But about running away from closure
When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know
So stick to practicing punches you’ll throw
I love myself
Too little, too much
And so I open my legs
And let you walk away untouched
There’s no depth to this
You’re no prize
Nor are you my fear,
Any more than you’re
My dear I want to cut you
Feel nice
Cut you
When I do, I'll feel nice
(My) sinuses are full and I spit on you
My sinuses are full and I spit on you
I’m not going to wait and watch
I’m not that polite
I don’t play fight or flight
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