and these pixels you send
one at a time
and slowly read
without a hope for recompense
and just inches
off the ledge
and all i miss
is all i am
the wounds opened
so wide again
this cannot
be mine again
this cannot
be fine again
all the kisses that were left
to parch the lips
assassinate smiles
and cut off hands.
(and without those hands
how could i grasp
the way that none of this
has come to last)
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