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SafetyRides

Pillow's soaked like the stories of Atlantis, twist of a bottle cap, and a sip of forgetting you.

Recurring kicks, post-mortem , I laid under that horse for days , bloated till it's belly was about to burst.

You never understood , neither did I. I see burning ships, dried up on beaches. I don't know if it was in my head , I don't know what is meaningless. I believe I got a soul, but maybe it's out of reach.

Maybe we will meet as ghosts fall in love without the pleasure of touch.

Pillow's soaked like the stories of Atlantis, twist of a bottle cap, and a sip of forgetting you.

Dirty Glasses