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[far_flung_tonic]

sometimes
when i am alone, the music slow

i can smell the ways that i almost had you

you slid through the cracks in my pavement
the gravel of my voice slipping like
avalanches down your throat
with each breath we missed
in each kiss

it only took seconds to decimate
the villages of our people
yours and mine, forced and fierce in love
instead of tight with reluctance

and though you had me like quickfire
you strayed like the crier that we knew you were
wailing rivers
deeper waters
away from me
thick with blood, washed revolutions