she's shallow so she says
and I seem distant
like a far cry
juxtaposed alongside
tears that touch
and mold
me in my mannerisms
like Picasso
pounding play-dough
while he roams the streets
where long lost life forms
born of brevity and bust rejoice
and then I kiss her
while she sadly whispers
words
I can not breathe



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