Friday, July 21, 2017

if i can see these (pictures of you) compilcations of them, of you, why are (the pictures are all i can see) you so unable?

remember you standing quiet
judging because you're inert
i felt closer than your fears
i saw right into your remarks
you were softer than night
and colder than it, some november, too
finally found all your covers, and you let them all go,
only to pull them back around you still, pulling in roles.

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