Make me vent at the knees. I've got a phantom lung- Better than the other. More like the broach you wore with apocryphal insignia. It was better left untouched. It was better left alone, for the hour

I made a desert Called it peace, broken with a topaz fist Do you know you’re a lovely old soul? Fruit of my dawn, a mist settled in my marrow Through my heart like an arrow I feel bruises be