broke the skin
though i would have walked the
rawfleshed distance ripping
thorns from my foot,
from my foot, from my (i
the dreary sky never shook
my mouth into an eat-shaped
grin, unkissing) worlds apart, we
sometimes looking upward caught
such a sunset, but
slipping through my fingers, i wilting -
knew it for the end.















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