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Falling Awake / My Strings

stayed awake for 50 hours as research for a uni assignment. woke up next to my love, wrote this:

Your smell. Your skin and bones. My hand on your skin and bones. This tiny bed and my big limbs just more mess in a messy world For 10, 20, Thirty, fourty, fifty hours I was a guitar without strings no one here to tune me,

perverted like a peice of furniture in wide open nights that never ended I was an overgrown toenail in days that never began. Obnoxious days, like racist workmates on twelve hour shifts

I was living off loud music, pornographic pictures and facebook chats with dead friends playing Call of Duty, hallucinating fast food banners of managers specials, talking to you and him about broken houses and how to escape them, lost all my fingers and friends to the cancer of sleep. Sprinted outside with a smoke in my teeth.

Pillow, Blankets, Couches meant decomposition, that dreams about you are more demanded than sleep: that place where sight and sounds are unliteral, where emotion is Goliath and Logic is David without a deathwish.

I'm waiting for you feeling Dumb and Drunk And now you're here in the holy place of huge blankets where dreams don't have to come true because you're right here, In the perfect patterns to your imperfect words.

And the twang of triple J news and work calls out across the train lines and you're gone. I'm out of tune. But at least I've got my strings back.

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