Silhouettes left burned in these walls from you
The smell of fear still decorates the squares at night
I close my eyes with two blue stars beside mine
And I collapse into the abstract, cloaking my words
I can feel your hands on my neck, surround my face
With frozen moments enveloping my stare
They thaw into my dreams and dissipate into the night
With your scent
The color of rose will slowly form onto my trunk
As sap flows from hollow tubes in my shins
Diminishing my weight until you bottle me
And leave me unshapely
As time sings faster, songs of disaster
Will find home in your ears and when I sleep I lie
Still knowing well that I can feel your hands on my neck
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