The spiders that drank us in

Now rotting on our skin

A dusty vacancy lies between you and me

All those nights-polaroid photographs turned white

Sense memory lost like a burial at sea


A model of our love

As shot from high above

With every present tense it loses increments

Six months spent yield only garbage-strewn fragments

Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings


Sense memory lost like a burial at sea

Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings


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White Cane song meanings
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