"your hair is the perfect length"
the repeat meant to romance
taper your ears
do you feel our lonely bones crying out for some recognition?
i'm alive i'm alive i'm alive
make me feel that i'm alive!
and no one wants to ask why
we excuse ourselves with our "why nots?"
this is all you have
but i'm not sure
what we have.
i'm not sure who i am.
i'm not sure what is real.
my hair is the perfect length.
i must feel nothing at perfection.
only the marring of it speaks up.
why?
why perfection?
why not?
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