We won’t make it to the bed
We won’t make it to the breakfast table
We’ll give life to every cell that’s dead
before we even reach that floor from marble.
I went out for lunch today
to wake my taste buds from a sleep
I thought I will come and pay
for a pleasure on my lower lip.
I taste you in my early coffee
you’re the chocolate on the top
you’re the morning’s sweetest copy
you’re the pastries in our cornershop.
I cut my hair today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing
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