we sing in
Cracked voices, harsh, out of tune
Like an unloved piano in the house of spoilt brats
In the house of the seven gables
we sing in
Almost harmony
Almost
always a beat too fast
tripping over words
words that crouch behind teeth, our tongues searching
adagio
allegro
sophisticated terms for "eyyyyyy tonight i can make your body rock"
do you remember
It always comes back to memories, huh?
I tell stories of people
i tell stories of hurt and sad and things past
stories of
you
Deadlines and
I can't handle
And I can't
Breathe
In water nor words
In feelings that suffocate like that cheap bottle of Mandarin Mango
an air of chemicals and manufactured fragrances
once held now without
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