Moment of Salt

Lucy Tonic

On a train

Where no one cares where I go

On a platform

You somehow reach me against the odds

We quarrel, we fight, until exhaustion

And the moment of my freedom

Just happens to be your moment of self

Moment of salt

And I bleed tears

Knowing the timing

It's always the right time for tragedy

My tragedy

Your weekly release

Of salt

Takes a lot, I know

But it's not enough

It's not

What's under the belt

It's what's under the skin

That you can't ever

Understand

Understand

What's another word for

Understand


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