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gunwithoutmusicHe liked to
Play with words
In the bathtub
While she vibrated in his skull
And the filth of the day
Sloughed from his skin
And he steeped in it
And who was I
To say what could
Or couldn't be
When all I would do was watch
And there weren't
Enough substances
In the world to prevent
The creep of clarity
When we finally
Saw each other
We scraped our hands
Against the clock
Trying to gather our
Lost moments
And found only dust
Play with words
In the bathtub
While she vibrated in his skull
And the filth of the day
Sloughed from his skin
And he steeped in it
And who was I
To say what could
Or couldn't be
When all I would do was watch
And there weren't
Enough substances
In the world to prevent
The creep of clarity
When we finally
Saw each other
We scraped our hands
Against the clock
Trying to gather our
Lost moments
And found only dust
