It is the proof I love you
In the skimmed-over muddle
Of our nights spent dreaming
Could you think of a more ridiculous
Way to say it than hibiscus
I mean I'm all soft angles
My skin consumed by bees
And I've noticed there's something resentful
On my way back over here
In most solid things
Being chained up that way
I wondered when it would all explode
Love finally emerge from under its weight
And begin to speak for itself
No need of proof or witness
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