

KnowingI would rather know And in that knowing burn intoKnowing
fine dust and ash and memories like moonlit sidewalks gleaming like diamonds in the cold, dark depths of space between our lips
breathing the breath before God said
Let there be light burns like knowing But I would rather know
And in that knowing burn
To forget is a cold lonely living world Where quiet (shh!) mice nibble their crumbs and cheese, where Im me and youre you and thats him over there looking at you and I dont care because Im me and youre you
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.shut up and kiss me like the antidotes under my tongue.
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