The Mixtures blending into a muddy Grey,
filling the skies with your white widow
with mist that follows me through doorways;
creating false smiles and tender moments.
Tugging my hair you expose my gullet
bare and naked as you
push me through the sheets,
through the floor..
The shine of the glistening paint shudders
as you open the window to blow out the smoke;
i see your words linger and then fall empty
as the breeze carries them before you can turn
but don't worry..
because i can hear you when you can't speak.
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