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[greenb]

it was like stepping outside oneself
rushing to feel something better
something comforting
while the interior
was trying to decipher
what was happening
and the water..
filled
with warmth
like
the gardens we breathed in
after the rains drenched our raging skin
those brilliant green eyes
and the unavoidable long goodbyes
but
the water
shattered archived notions into pieces
like old school punks punching neo-punk faces

but i laid still
and i let it
stop me from dripping onto the floor.
stop me completely
from trying to ignore
the way
you
sneaked your way in
and untied the cord
where i've kept 324
secrets stored.