Mercury

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I’m on my way to Pushka, been laying down my ground

I’ll speak to you in song because, I think that you’d be proud

of me now 

I peeled a ripe banana as the sun began to rise

Sat in my pyjamas and wondered what you’ve been doing this whole time

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When you kiss her are her lips as salty sweet? 

Was she born the month of May, is her planet Mercury? 

Do you miss her, the way you said you miss me?

Does she tread softly in the morning, as you sleep between the sheets?

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The tea leaves in my cup hide all my secrets underneath  my words 

swirl around and can’t escape 

past my two front teeth 

I’m so inadequate

my bare feet they are weak 

I’ll stand ankle deep in soil and wait for them to put down roots

beneath me

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The finger of a reader, traced softly down my palm 

She spoke of star’s alignment, and all that is to come 

a circle on your chest, drawn to keep you safe 

it never felt right that you loved me, 

anyway 

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When you kiss her, are her lips as salty sweet ?

Was she born the month of May, is her planet Mercury?

Do you miss her, the way you said you miss me?

Does she shiver when you say you like the frost and icy breeze?

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The tea leaves in my cup hide all my secrets underneath my words 

Swirl around and I just bit into a mouldy peach

I'm so inadequate

my bare feet they are weak 

I’ll stand ankle deep in soil, and wait for them to put down roots 

beneath me

 

I’m on my way to Pushka, been laying down my ground

I’ll speak to you in song because 

I think that you’d be proud of me

now