come words

easy as birds in the sun

you have not heard them though        came to rest upside down in my mouth

bitty graceland bats

i feed off of you now        your mouth so open your mind so dead

you are not aware       i would want you to spit back in that way we have

not maintain the distance we did not create

finding ourselves for years

losing each other every christmas

falling through the cracks        landing on our feet

so much to have saved

here come words easy as birds

ready as seeds

the mustard on your tongue under the sheets

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