Dead Talking
Table spoon telling you to stop to put sugar
Dreams telling you to stop to sleep
Who am I tell you to love me as I am a human
And actually I talk?
I ain't telling you nothing
Speak to the thoughts of yours I am painfully cut off from
Speak to those movies and music you are actually in love with
And they would never love you back
I stop sugar
I stop dreams
I stop this theatre of dead things
Then I must stop to
You
5.02.17
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