Oh wait, for me wait as i once did
for that pink balloon inside your
heart / that cares only for warmth
and love | the likely process of
the decay of a body becomes that
tear inside my heart \as i hardly
notice the feel of time fleeing
pain and darkness in her arms
or her thigh between day and
tomorrow.
:: 11.30.2021 ::
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