I am not sure where to move from here
Your skin embedded in mine, wondering if anything will fall back into its original form
Speculate about you, do brick walls keep everything at bay
Your souls must die everyday to feel the slightest bit fervid
In reverence to it all, my veins carry the same color that yours do
Responsibility fills my lungs, if I don’t love you I am not sure anyone else could
I am not sure anyone could look beyond anything that makes us all the same
Your indulgence is everyone’s transgression
I am not different then you, no holy peccadillo
No articulation of dust that falls in short than your own
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