let the scars beneath
your skin surface
let them radiate
your grand tragedy
and polished

it's raining again
and the urge to go outside and play is
overwhelming
instead
we tie ourselves

You
Always wear
That tattered
Old coat.

Warm
And worn
And threadbare
At the

I sailed my lips,
Crossing
Your body
Like an ocean.
Smelling the salty nothing
With

I wish to stay trapped
in my own head
to flutter like a thought
or
flounder like an

The color of dirty now, speckled bleak and
Churned recklessly by wide jawed machines.
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