كلمات teeth

A wicked glow arrives from numberless time And the stars seem closer than you do The space without is overloaded with the ghosts of little things Leave your teeth, your ill feeling It’s July, and you’ve decided to meet the crows and cast the ashes Impossible, a missing spider I hear the echoes of their voice Just empty memories Been minus days and clothed in waves of lost Stuck in mud kicking and clawing Stationary, situationary Since you sliced my ears in two Leave your teeth in between