calling upon elastic removal
to hide what others never see
fusing; charming screen and label
change the route of history
a hotel blanket, pink and fake
wrapped around a body worn
stumbling out of time to take
away from love yet to be born
water creeps under my chin
and ends up washing down with sorrow
spiralling toward drains to blend
with a broken promise of tomorrow
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2 years ago
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