now i've got splinters in my arms
from holding up this criss-crossed
thing that we built, from sand and from silt
unstable foundation, obvious observation
blind validation, kept my eyes closed.
I just wanted to dream, give or take sleep,
but I flew too close,
and my vinyl wings melted into albums
that spin in circles around my head,
playing our song we never had.
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