tonight/tomorrow
synæsthetic sensationsthat can't be put into words
(it is not necessarily liberating to be free
it is not exactly pleasant to be desired)
should I jump
into fear
tonight
(the smoky air
feels wrong beneath the curtain)
should I lie
to your heart
tomorrow
(I will fly
eventually)
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