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you've adapted this disposition.
composed and put together, more than ever.
lungs rattling, bronchi branched out
and disattaching.
if only you could open your eyes.
pleading over a freshly lit bowl.
two bloody-mary's filled to the rim
i watch as you crystalize your insides.

the night i thought would never happen.
not this soon, at least.
fingers intertwined, hastily making up
for the past month lost.
you're 85% sober and this is bliss.
to know 'i think about you all the time'
is not just the alcohol talking.
and that scent, the one i couldn't
forget for anything, it keeps me here,
between your cheek and neck.

its like a million knives digging into my skin, knowing that there's even a chance of the rumors being true. despite the uncountable innuendo's ( Read more... )

we're all looking for the same thing, you know.
they come and go as they please as do the activities
that help me forget.
as hard as it is to wait, my finger won't dial that
sequence of numbers-not specifically.
theres nothing better than finding god in a hospital
room on easter.

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i'm lacking in the field of sequencial freehand
but abundantly skilled at logical interpretation.
dotting my t's and crossing my i's. this
grammatical inclination is innate. speech and sound
are all but synchronized with figures on paper. each
remains poised on blue lines. left striving towards
right between salmon-colored margins.

i've never missed you so bad.

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