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Rolled fingersdug deep
under twisted
skin
i digest
paradoxes:
your knees trembling
for sorrow's pleasure
that leaves me
sold short
with badges
scattered all over
my chest
Death left us
worn.
unable to cope
with each others
frayed eyes,
so i tiptoed
into gaps of silence
let you drift
to painting houses
with conspiracies
like snow
to grout
imperfections.
But no amount of
sorry,
wings,
and dust melted
to eyes
can hide
the fact
cat food will
smell the
same as it
ever did.
im sorry i think
you blame me
make it right
one more time.
"heres to
red bands
white pockets
and love."
the end.
