The Hole We Are In by Disillusion
A fire grew in the snow,
in the cold,
in the yard
will this be ever named in an appendix?
took some time to figure out
what it would mean
that maybe i was blinded by a sheen
smelled like me
smelled like you
smelled like the things that we've been into
the dare a leap off to sweep
to get rid of square
disbelief to have tried
to have lied
to have slipped and get back on your feet
we have it all down in your hole
dancing with the shadows
OF DEATH
Flames grow high, out of sight
Young contribe, tainted by
An item wrapped in naked curiosity of killed men
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