Seesaws

from by Mount Gomery

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Am I the comforting sound of locking doors?

Nothing less, nothing more
You can’t wait to save your kin
Only a matter of time ‘til the latch wears thin

A choking whimper
Lulls this seesaw
Leaves my feet to sway

Looks that derail hips
Connecting timid lips
Tender, flaking, shrinking callous

You’re a mighty psychosis
I’m a bridge in foresight

A sullened sensation and glassing eyes
Caused by cracked imagination

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from The Scenery, released August 6, 2014

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