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from the loved on militant

a turn of phrase to turn the page
we're always missing each other
by moments nowadays.
bottled up messages from separate lands
you don't remember me when you're away
do you?

i ripped you open
cover to cover,
some cheekbones never change.
don't worry dorian,
no one here thinks you're strange.

i can't convince them that i was there
on the last weekend of summer
when your smile was a shadow in the sun
there is only one smiling down on all dying empires, there is only one.

soapbox to soapbox and lust to lust
i'm sleeping with someone i want to trust.
and i cannot remember
when my word stopped being good enough

i ripped you open
cover to cover,
some cheekbones never change.
don't worry dorian,
no one here thinks you're strange.