come see our angled innocence,
and taste our frozen lime,
come mirror our concupiscence,
and live outside of time.
come join me where the marrow grows,
in stems of our renewal;
and pay no damned attention to
how often we
are cruel
Other People's Feelings
come see our angled innocence,
and taste our frozen lime,
come mirror our concupiscence,
and live outside of time.
come join me where the marrow grows,
in stems of our renewal;
and pay no damned attention to
how often we
are cruel