oh my insides moved to a new city where fountains burst into cement my insides are on a time-change, i’m lagged the architecture is beautiful, my insides say i don’t understand the culture or the street signs, i reply oh you are the new city i’m not into this city, and no i can’t walk through walls, i’ve tried and most of the time windows keep you indoors so maybe i’ll change the buildings that hang from the sky into curtains you aren’t even a body you are a hallway of mirrors you are a backdrop a staged room to fool me to trust you oh you bring me to a room we hang our skin across from each other lay my organs in the closet as knotted stockings pour your blood on the bed as a duvet oh we look out the window at the buildings that hang from the sky at cities where water rushes upwards and buildings blow in the wind we crawl out the window and grope the tapestry we coil fingers knot histories and oh this new city oh ✱✱✱
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