we are for today

we are for the moment



we are a crusade

but we are invalid



1 am rummaging

stained my hands on her antique

2 am



reverend girl



I am so indifferent

I am whatever



3 am cellophane

suffocates my favorite things

4 am



the reverend girl

seems that the more we're achieving,

the less chance of leaving this world

with a reverend girl



another lover wakes me

head upon a window pane

before the thunder shook us

she could always smell the rain



a year is dissipating

another hail cannot disdain

never mind the thunder

now my lover smells like

now my lover smells like

now my lover smells like rain


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