once we’ve touched it

I was breaking down

laughing in the rain

looking for something

rolling down the drain

& if everything is precious

nothing is sacred

once we’ve touched it

with our impure hearts hands

I still wanted you here

going out of my mind

under the clouds with me

watching the wet sand

slow drip drip away

wanting to be saved

from myself again

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