"Fragments are powerful. More powerful, perhaps, than the completion of a story. I imagine stories, exhausted until the end. They feel like entrails, strewn. And the body all hollowed out. Better to leave the skin intact, with keyholes. It might just keep the story alive." - Aly Perry
lyrics
THE BOOK
You had your own book of leaves and grass
And you shook his self-loathing from the roots
Freudian fascination from the roots
Midcentury madness from the roots
Suburban clusterfuck from the roots
Red maple crumbles, moss, hand mirror slivers
You didn’t wrap it up in plastic, no
You let it get everywhere like holiday glitter
Look at us now, we’re effervescent
Sliding spectrums
Specimens with thrift store flair
No kids slung on our hips
No choking on noxious loneliness
We won
Aside from the fact that we aren’t friends
But some dude on Cawson thought my hair was yours
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