Sharpest teeth nor blackest eyes
could be felt in the skin of my neck
but the deepest sprawl of your found affection
leaves kinder words on the back of my throat
A reminder of days
when drive was pretty
and dissonance
was easy brotherhood
Your simple movements always telling—you end I—
that family wasn’t bloodline
but our brand of bloody noise
It’s fallible love for that which you sow,
faithless martyrs for x’s and o’s
We’re censured for heart and rightfully so
If there’s a vision, we don’t know
A reminder of days
when drive was pretty
[…] or the notes that we share
as we clash on the keys
Little more than a rodent’s will
or the rhythms flat on different ears
The merit’s grey to different eyes
for rodent’s will and rodent’s lies
And X and X
and sXe
And it hurts to say
but I guess
it’s just tough to see
with this hardline precept defining me
Vermin’s crawl
Vermin’s kill
Little more than a rodent’s will
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