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Bring Me A Thousand Scarabs
I used to imagine him & I alone
under Egyptian tides
fingers tracing hope in waves of passion on my back
I gave him all of me
I am formless
molding in his hands
wordless
my gasps pleading "love me.."
Tonight I cried like the stars were bleeding
because the less he's around
the more I get used to it
& the more blackened their light becomes
The tourniquet I fashioned out of erasable ink promises for my soul
is now ripping at it's liar's seams
& the desert is left whispering of my heart
under Egyptian tides
fingers tracing hope in waves of passion on my back
I gave him all of me
I am formless
molding in his hands
wordless
my gasps pleading "love me.."
Tonight I cried like the stars were bleeding
because the less he's around
the more I get used to it
& the more blackened their light becomes
The tourniquet I fashioned out of erasable ink promises for my soul
is now ripping at it's liar's seams
& the desert is left whispering of my heart
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