There have been so many words lately that I have wanted to say but it seems like there hasn’t been any time to transcribe them to paper or screen.
I hate the way I still smell of you I hate the way it clings
I can wash myself forever but never feeling clean.
Your touch is like a water stain your breath a moldy decay.
The worlds come tumbling out your mouth like bombs onto old cathedrals.
You’re disrespecting my archetecture
Disrespecting my soul
You’re tainting my sunshine
This sickly memory of you
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