East Of The Wall - Handshake In Your Mouth

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The distant mock of warmth: an aftertaste of the bodies' greeting collision
You’ll never feel that again
I thought I saw a rising tide dissolving the streets, and leaving blank shores
I strained to hear the distant waves encroaching, eroding wood and home
I can’t recall the sound of footsteps, the scent of skin
It washed away with the taste of ashes. I grind my teeth but it’s gone
As we walk, we’ll pass through the last of night, sick with dust and smiles
The mock of warmth: you’ll never feel that again