I could swear that the light feels different
maybe I’m indifferent
Let me shuffle, cackle, wither under the weight of our sins (your sins)
Don’t bother to convert –
My heart’s made of granite
full of shackles and barnacles
(depending on the guest).
These days were a visceral reminder that you can’t always believe everything you see feel.



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