bile seeps in through
the taste buds in my tongue
leaving bits of cold rusty iron
against my rattling soul
& yes, yes, yes.
i miss you. but you don’t know that.
colors slap me in this
breathless chase- i catch your laugh
and put it beside my blue skies.
i know i’ll find you somehow.
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you had me from the onset. and the repetition actually worked really really really well. lol.
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