Substance Over Breath
With this tourniquet tort
And an afternoon spent
A half empty receptacle
Is substance over breath.
And when the wind blows
Against blemish and reason
I'll slightly dismember
And re-curl with no recognition.
A bitter sweet current
Divides and it portions
Although today i will love you
Tomorrow may be without feeling.
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