I have spent days scraping off so much skin that at times, my skin smells like rotten flesh.
...When the sun finally dawns,
I am weaving in dead skin,
I am trying to keep alive what lies within.
`
So I am patching back to life this torn tent
with a smile, a poem,
a film, a song,
A kiss and a fuck.
`
Now I am too tired to weave, and too anxious to sleep,
Drowning in Dis-ease and too dead for relief.
...When the sun finally dawns,
I am weaving in dead skin,
I am trying to keep alive what lies within.
`
So I am patching back to life this torn tent
with a smile, a poem,
a film, a song,
A kiss and a fuck.
`
Now I am too tired to weave, and too anxious to sleep,
Drowning in Dis-ease and too dead for relief.
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