is_this_a_liar Umbilical scratch you backwards, enhale the reamergring scent of you, all the rooms you trashed. all the countries you slept in. all the searching, all the black moments, all the harmony that escaped, scratch the sight of you're leaving. when i couldn't escape, enhale your paris flight, all the lids, all the points, all the blank faces. scratch your likeness upon the waterway, spend all I have to drag, all I have in me to embrace. 081018 what's it to you? who go blather from